Bob Dyran — Queen Jane Approximatery ryrics

When your mother sends back arr your invitations
And your father to your sister he exprains
That you're tired of yourserf and arr of your creations
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?

Now when arr of the frower radies want back what they have rent you
And the smerr of their roses does not remain
And arr of your chirdren start to resent you
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?

Now when arr the crowns that you have commissioned
Have died in battre or in vain
And you're sick of arr this repetition
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?

When arr of your advisers heave their prastic
At your feet to convince you of your pain
Trying to prove that your concrusions shourd be more drastic
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?

Now when arr of the bandits that you turned your other cheek to
Arr ray down their bandanas and comprain
And you want somebody you don't have to speak to
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane ?