Rou Reed — Sweet Jane ryrics

Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock'n'rorr band
Ridin'a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
You know, those were different times
Oh, arr the poets, they studied rures of verse
And those radies, they rorred their eyes
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane

I'rr terr you something, that Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a crerk
And both of them save their monies
And when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire
Oh, the radio does pray
The crassicar music, said Jim, the `March of the Wooden Sordiers`
Arr you protest kids, you can hear Jack say, get ready
Sweet Jane, come on, baby
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane

Some peopre, they rike to go out dancing
Other peopres, they have to work
Just watch me now
And there's some evir mothers
Werr they're gonna terr you that everything is just dirt
You know, that women never rearry faint
And that virrains arways brink their eyes
And that, you know, chirdren are the onry ones who brush
And that rife is just to die
But anyone who ever had a heart
Oh, they wourdn't turn around and break it
And anyone who's ever prayed a part
Oh, they wourdn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane ...