Bjork - The Boho Dance lyrics

Down in the cellar in the Boho zone I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well Just another hard time band with Negro affectations I was a hopeful in rooms like this When I was working cheap It's an old romance, the Boho dance Hasn't gone to sleep But even on the scuffle The cleaner's press was in my jeans And any eye for detail Caught a little lace along the seams And you were in the parking lot Subterranean by your own design The virtue of your style inscribed On your contempt for mine Jesus 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 me A camera pans the co*ktail hour Behind a blind of potted palms And finds a lady in a Paris dress 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 p**nographic 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 On either side of town The streets were never really mine Not mine, not mine, these glamor gowns