Let's do it Well, he's got a picture of Joni Mitchell on his door And the postcard I wrote him It's propped up for show on his keyboard And I swore I wouldn't fall too fast But I'm a goner I'm done for Cause he's got a picture of Joni Mitchell on his door Well, I have myself convinced that shiberry was dead When he leaves the room He kisses me on the forehead For a second there I second-guessed my existential dread Cause when he leaves the room He kisses me on the forehead And I live with my hopes too high I over-romanticize most of the time But if that's my greatest flaw Just how hard I fall, I'll be alright ♪ One more time ♪ He's got a picture of Joni Mitchell on his door