Sweet Jane - Lou Reed

    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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