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Standin' on the corner |
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Suitcase in my hand |
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Jack is in his corset |
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Jane is in her vest |
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And me, I'm in a rock and roll band |
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Riding us, starts bigger, Jim |
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You know thoses were different times |
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All the poets, they studied rules of verse |
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And those ladies, they rolled their eyes |
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Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane |
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I tell you something, Jack is a banker |
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And Jane, She is a clerk |
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Both of them save their monies |
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When they come home from work |
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Sittin' down by the fire |
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The radio does play the classical music there, Jim |
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"March of the Wooden Soldiers", all your protests |
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kid? |
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And you can hear Jack say |
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Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane |
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Some people, they like to go out dancing |
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And other people, they have to work, just watch |
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me now |
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There's even some evil mothers |
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They gonna tell you that |
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Everything is just dirt |
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The woman never really faint |
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That villains always blink their eyes |
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That children aren't the only ones who blush |
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And that life is just to die |
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But anyone who ever had a heart |
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They wouldn't turn around and break it |
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And anyone who played a part |
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They wouldn't turn around and hate it |
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Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane ... |
