by Joni Mitchell

Don't interrupt the sorrow
Darn right
on flames our prophet witches
Be polite
a room full of glasses
He says, "Your notches liberation doll"
And he chains me with that serpent
To that Ethiopian wall

Anima rising, Queen of Queens
Wash my guilt of Eden
Wash and balance me
Anima rising, uprising in me tonight
She's a vengeful little goddess
With an ancient crown to fight

Seventeen glasses, Rhine wine
Milk of the Madonna, Clandestine
He don't let up the sorrow
He lies and he cheats
It takes a heart like Mary's these days
When your man gets weak

I'm leaving on the 1:15, you're darn right
Since I was seventeen
I've had no one over me
He says "Anima rising, so what
Petrified wood process
Tall timber down to rock"

Don't interrupt the sorrow
Darn right