The Gallery Lyrics - Joni Mitchell

When I first saw your gallery 

I liked the ones of ladies 

Then you began to hang up me 

You studied to portray me 

In ice and greens 

And old blue jeans 

And naked in the roses 

Then you got into funny scenes 

That all your work discloses 

"Lady, don't love me now I am dead 

I am a saint, turn down your bed 

I have no heart," that's what you said 

You said, "I can be cruel 

But let me be gentle with you" 

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Somewhere in a magazine 

I found a page about you 

I see that now it's Josephine 

Who cannot be without you 

I keep your house in fit repair 

I dust the portraits daily 

Your mail comes here from everywhere 

The writing looks like ladies' 

"Lady, please love me now, I am dead 

I am a saint, turn down your bed 

I have no heart," that's what you said 

You said, "I can be cruel 

But let me be gentle with you" 

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I gave you all my pretty years 

Then we began to weather 

And I was left to winter here 

While you went west for pleasure 

And now you're flying bock this way 

Like some lost homing pigeon 

They've monitored your brain, you say 

And changed you with religion 

"Lady, please love me now I was dead 

I am no saint, turn down your bed 

Lady, have you no heart," that's what you said 

Well, I can be cruel 

But let me be gentle with you 

When I first saw your gallery 

I liked the ones of ladies 

But now their faces follow me 

And all their eyes look shady