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| Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest me, honey, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim you know those were different times All, all the poets they studied rules of verse and those ladies they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Jack, he is a banker and Jane, she is a clerk and Both of them save their money when they come home from work Sittin' down by the fire radio does play, look classical music there, kids "The March Of The Wooden Soldiers" you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people like to go out dancing and other people like us, we gotta work And there's even some evil mothers they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt And you know that women never really faint and that villains always blink their eyes That children are the only ones who blush and that life is just to die Anyone who ever had a heart and wouldn't turn around and break it Anyone who ever played a part and wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, oh honey, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, oh, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane |
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