Lou Reed:
from Selected Lyrics
 
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 'n' roll band 
Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim 
You know those were different times 
All the Poets they studied rules of verse 
and those ladies they rolled their eyes * 

Jack he is a banker 
And Jane, she is a clerk 
and both of them have monies 
and when they come home from work 
Sittin' down by the fire 
The radio does play 
The March of the Wooden Soldiers 
and you can hear Jack say 

Some people they go out dancin' 
and other people they have to work 
And there's even some evil mothers 
Well they're just gonna tell you that everything is just dirt 
You know that women never really faint 
and that villains always blink their eyes 
that children are the only ones who blush 
and that life is just to die 
But anyone who ever had heart 
They wouldn't turn around and break it 
And anyone whoever played a part 
They wouldn't turn around and hate it 
Sweet Jane, Sweet Sweet Jane... 

-Lou Reed  
© Cotillion, 1970

 
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