(WMG owns this not me) Standing on the corner, (Lyrics) Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, and jane is her vest, And me Im in a rocknroll band hah! Ridin in a stutz bear cat, 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! whoa! sweet jane, oh-oh-a! sweet jane! Ill tell you something Jack, he is a banker And jane, she is a clerk Both of them save their monies, ha And when, when they come home from work Oh, sittin down by the fire, oh! The radio does play The classical music there, jim The march of the wooden soldiers All you protest kids You can hear jack say, get ready, ah Sweet jane! come on baby! sweet jane! oh-oh-a! sweet jane! Some people, they like to go out dancing And other peoples, they have to work, just watch me now! And theres even some evil mothers Well theyre gonna tell you that everything is just dirt Yknow that, women, never really faint And that villains always blink their eyes, woo! And that, yknow, children are the only ones who blush! And that, life is just to die! And, everyone who ever had a heart They wouldnt turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part Oh wouldnt turn around and hate it! Sweet jane! whoa-oh-oh! sweet jane! sweet jane! Heavenly wine and roses Seems to whisper to her when he smiles Heavenly wine and roses Seems to whisper to her when she smiles La lala lala la, la lala lala la Sweet jane Sweet jane Sweet jane

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