joni mitchell
harry's house -- centerpiece
Heatwaves on the runway As the wheels set down He takes his baggage off the carousel He takes a taxi into town Yellow schools of taxi fishes Jonah in a ticking whale Caught up at the light in the fishnet windows Of Bloomingdale's Watching those high fashion girls Skinny black models with Raven curls Beauty parlor blonds with credit card eyes Looking for the chic and the fancy To buy  He opens up his suitcase In the continental suite And people twenty stories down Colored currents in the street A helicopter lands on the Pan Am roof Like a dragonfly on a tomb And business men in button downs Press into conference rooms Battalions of paper-minded males Talking commodities and sales While at home their paper wives And paper kids Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hid  Yellow checkers for the kitchen Climbing ivy for the bath She is lost in House and Gardens He's caught up in Chief of Staff He drifts off into the memory Of the way she looked in school With her body oiled and shining At the public swimming pool   The more I'm with you, pretty baby The more I feel my love increase I'm building all my dreams around you Our happiness will never cease Cause nothing's any good without you Baby you're my centerpiece  We'll find a house and garden somewhere Along a country road a piece A little cottage on the outskirts Where we can really find release Cause nothing's any good without you Baby you're my centerpiece  Shining hair and shining skin Shining as she reeled him in To tell him like she did today Just what he could do with Harry's House And Harry's take home pay