מילים לשיר The Boho Dance – Joni Mitchell

Down in the cellar in the Boho zone
Just another hardI went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well
When I was working cheap
With Negro affectations
I was a hopeful in rooms like this
It hasn't gone to sleep
It's an old romance
But even on the scuffle
The cleaner's press was in my jeans
Caught a little lace along the seams
And any eye for detail And you were in the parking lot
The virtue of your style inscribed
Subterranean by your own design
Jesus was a beggar, he was rich in grace
On your contempt for mine
And Solomon kept his head in all his glory
Have a fascination for me
It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance
A camera pans the cocktail hour And finds a lady in a Paris dress
Behind a blind of potted palms
With runs in her nylons You read those books where luxury
Comes as a guest to take a slave
Books where artists in noble poverty
Go like virgins to the grave
Don'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 allowed
Like 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 eyes Nothing is capsulized in me
The streets were never really mine
On either side of town
Not mine these glamour gowns.