text: 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, dont love me now I am dead
  I am a saint, turn down your bed
  I have no heart, thats what you said
  You said, I can be cruel
  But let me be gentle with you
  Somewhere in a magazine
  I found a page about you
  I see that now its 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, thats what you said
  You said, I can be cruel
  But let me be gentle with you
  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 youre flying back this way
  Like some lost homing pigeon
  Theyve 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, thats 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