Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
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Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest
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And me, I'm in a rock'n'roll band
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Ridin'a stutz bearcat, Jim
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You know, those were different times
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Oh, all the poets, they studied rules of verse
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And those ladies, they rolled their eyes
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Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane
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Jack, he is a banker
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And Jane, she is a clerk
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And both of them save their monies
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when they come home from work
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Ooh, they be sittin' down by the fire
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Oh, the radio does play
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The classical music, said Jim, the 'march of the wooden soldiers'
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All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say, get ready
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Sweet Jane, come on, baby
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Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
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Some people, they like to go out dancing
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Other peoples, they have to work
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Just watch me now
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And there's some evil mothers
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Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
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You know, that women never really faint
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And that villains always blink their eyes
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And that, you know, children are the only ones who blush
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And that life is just to die
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But anyone who ever had a heart
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Oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it
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And anyone who's ever played a part
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Oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it
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Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane ...
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Intro / Sweet Jane
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| Lou Reed |
