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 ...