Joni Mitchell - The Boho Dance Lyrics
Down in the cellar in the boho zoneI went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh wellJust another hard-time bandWith negro affectationsI was a hopeful in rooms like thisWhen I was working cheapIts an old romance-the boho danceIt hasnt gone to sleepBut even on the scuffleThe cleaners press was in my jeansAnd any eye for detailCaught a little lace along the seamsAnd you were in the parking lotSubterranean by your own designThe virtue of your style inscribedOn your contempt for mineJesus was a beggar, he was rich in graceAnd solomon kept his head in all his gloryIts just that some steps outside the boho danceHave a fascination for meA camera pans the *****tail hourBehind a blind of potted palmsAnd finds a lady in a paris dressWith runs in her nylonsYou read those books where luxuryComes as a guest to take a slaveBooks where artists in noble povertyGo like virgins to the graveDont you get sensitive on mecause I know youre just too proudYou couldnt step outside the boho dance nowEven if good fortune allowedLike a priest with a pornographic watchLooking and longing on the slySure its stricken from your uniformBut you cant get it out of your eyesNothing is capsulized in meOn either side of townThe streets were never really mineNot mine these glamour gowns
