Sweet Jane

Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest and me
I´m in a rock ´n´ roll band, ridin´ in 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 somethin´that Jack, he is a banker and
Jane , she is a clerk, and both of them save their moneys
and when, when they come home from work
sittin´down by the fire,
The radio does play a little classical music there, 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 and others peoples
They have to work, just watch me now
And there´s even some evil mothers, well
They´re gonna tell you that me 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 ever played a part
Oh, they wouldn´t turn around and hate it…

Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane.