Standin on a corner Suitcase in my hand Jacks in his corset, Jane is in her vest and me Im in a rock n roll band. Huh. Riding a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim ya know, those were different times all the poets studied rules of verse and those ladies they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Now Jack, he is a banker and Jane, shes a clerk and both of them save their monies when they get home from work sittin downby the fire Ooo, the radio does play the classical music there, Jim The March of the Wooden Soldiers All you protest kids you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people they like to go out dancin and other people they have to work. Just watch me now and theres even some evil mothers Well there gonna tell you that everthing is just dirt you know that women never really faint and that villians always blink their eyes that children are the only ones who blush and that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart they wouldnt turn around and break it and anyone who ever played a part They wouldnt turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, Sweet Sweet Jane
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 19:14:39 +0000