Sweet Jane

Standin' on the corner

Suitcase in my hand

Jack is in his corset

Jane is in her vest

And me, I'm in a rock and roll band

Riding us, starts bigger, Jim

You know thoses were different times

All the poets, they studied rules of verse

And those ladies, they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane

I tell you something, Jack is a banker

And Jane, She is a clerk

Both of them save their monies

When they come home from work

Sittin' down by the fire

The radio does play the classical music there, Jim

"March of the Wooden Soldiers", all your protests

kid?

And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane

Some people, they like to go out dancing

And other people, they have to work, just watch

me now

There's even some evil mothers

They gonna tell you that

Everything is just dirt

The woman never really faint

That villains always blink their eyes

That children aren't the only ones who blush

And that life is just to die

But anyone who ever had a heart

They wouldn't turn around and break it

And anyone who played a part

They wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane

Sweet Jane ...