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| Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, Jane is her vest And me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band Ridin'a Stutz Bearcat, Jim You know, those were different times Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse And those ladies, they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane I'll tell you something, that Jack, he is a banker And Jane, she is a clerk And both of them save their monies And when they come home from work Ooh, sittin' down by the fire Oh, the radio does play The classical music, said Jim, the `March of the Wooden Soldiers` All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say, get ready Sweet Jane, come on, baby Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Some people, they like to go out dancing Other peoples, they have to work Just watch me now And there's some evil mothers Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt You know, that women never really faint And that villains always blink their eyes And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush And that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart Oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who's ever played a part Oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane ... |
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