Velvet UndergroundSweet Jane

Standin' on a corner, Suitcase in my hand. Jack's in his corset, Jane she's in her vest, Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band. Riding that Stutz Bearcat Jim, Those were different times. All the poets studied rules of verse, And the ladies, they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Now, Jack, he is a banker, And Jane, she is a clerk. And the both of them save their money... And when they come home from work. Sittin' by the fire... Radio just played that classical music for all you protest kids, The march of the wooden soldiers And you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Some people like to go out dancing And other people, (like me) they gotta work And there's even some evil mothers They'll tell you life is just made out of dirt. That women never really faint, That villans always blink their eyes. And that children are the only ones who blush. And that life is just to die. But, anyone who has a heart Wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part He wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane © 2017