@SONG: Sweet Jane
@ARTIST: Lou Reed

Standing on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack he is in his corset
and Jane is in her vest
My I,m in a rock'n'roll band
riding a Stuz Bearcat always
Oh, those were different times
poets studied rules of verse
and the ladies they roll their eyes

sweet Jane

Jack he is a banker
and Jane she is a clerk
they save their monies
and when they come home from work
they are sitting by the fire
while the radio does play
some classical music
the march of the Wooden Soldiers
you can hear Jackie say

sweet Jane

Some people they like go out to dancing
some people they have to work
and there are some evil mothers
that will tell you everything's just dirt
that women never really faint
and the villains always blink their eyes
and children are the only ones who blush
and life is just to die

Sweet Jane

Anyone who had a heart wouldn't turn around and break it
Anyone who played a part wouldn't turn around and hate

Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane