The Boho Dance - Joni Mitchell
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The Boho Dance Lyrics
Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Down in the cellar in the Boho zone
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well
Just another hard time band with Negro affectationsI was a hopeful in rooms like this
When I was working cheap
It's an old romance, the Boho dance
Hasn't gone to sleepBut even on the scuffle
The cleaner's press was in my jeans
And any eye for detail
Caught a little lace along the seamsAnd you were in the parking lot
Subterranean by your own design
The virtue of your style inscribed
On your contempt for mineJesus was a beggar, He was rich in grace
And Solomon kept His head in all His glory
It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance
Have a fascination for meA camera pans the cocktail hour
Behind a blind of potted palms
And finds a lady in a Paris dress
With runs in her nylonsYou read those books where luxury
Comes as a guest to take a slave
Books where artists in noble poverty
Go like virgins to the graveDon't you get sensitive on me
'Cause I know you're just too proud
You couldn't step outside the Boho dance now
Even if good fortune allowedLike a priest with a pornographic watch
Looking and longing on the sly
Sure it's stricken from your uniform
But you can't get it out of your eyesNothing is capsulized in me
On either side of town
The streets were never really mine
Not mine, not mine, these glamor gowns