Written by：Joni Mitchell

I am a woman of heart and mind

With time on her hands
No child to raise

You come to me like a little boy

And I give you my scorn and my praise

You think I'm like your mother
Or another lover or your sister
Or the queen of your dreams

Or just another silly girl

When love makes a fool of me

After the rush
When you come back down

You're always disappointed

Nothing seems to keep you high

Drive your bargains
Push your papers
Win your medals
**** your strangers
Don't it leave you on the empty side

I'm looking for affection and respect

A little passion and
You want stimulation nothing more

That's what I think

But you know I'll try to be there for you

When your spirits start to sink

All this talk about holiness now

It must be the start of the latest style

Is it all books and words or
Do you really feel it
Do you really laugh
Do you really care
Do you really smile

When you smile

You criticize and you flatter

You imitate the best

And the rest you memorize

You know the times you impress me most
Are the times when you don't try

When you don't even try