Janis Ian

I’m the belle of the blues, and it’s easy to see
If I win or I lose, it’s all one to me
I was born on a shelf in the rare books library
I reside by myself with my books and my T.V.
I’m an old age pension for the fossilized routine
Anybody for nostalgia, put a record on and see
Here’s a memory of olden days
And a heartbreak grown cold
All that glitters isn’t gold
You get no love for free
You live and you die
And I’ll probably throw it away
But in the end it’s mine
And nobody has a right to say
“Go down lightly - go down silently”
I’ll go down screaming
“Give it back - it belongs to me”
I’m the belle of the blues - I’m used to mingling
With the cr?me de la cr?me of higher society