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
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Cotillion, 1970 |