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Standin' on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band
Riding a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim
Well, those were different times
The poets studied rules of verse
And all the ladies wink their eyes
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Now Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she's a clerk
Both of them save their money
When they get home from work
Sitting down by the fire
The radio does play
Good old classical music for the kids
The March of the Wooden Soldiers
You can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Some people like to go out dancing
Some people gotta work
And there's even some evil mothers
Tell you that, tell you that life is nothing but dirt
You know women never really faint
And villains blink their eyes
Children are the only ones who blush, tell you that
Life is just to die
But anyone who ever had a heart
They wouldn't wanna break it
Anyone who ever played a part
They wouldn't wanna hate it
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane
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