Standin' on a corner
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Suitcase in my hand
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Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest
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and me I'm in a rock 'n' roll band. Huh.
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Riding a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim
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ya know, those were different times
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all the poets studied rules of verse
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and those ladies they rolled their eyes
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Sweet Jane
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Sweet Jane
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Sweet Jane
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Now Jack, he is a banker
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and Jane, she's a clerk
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and both of them save their monies
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when they get home from work
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sittin downby the fire
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Ooo, the radio does play
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the classical music there, Jim
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The March of the Wooden Soldiers
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All you protest kids
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you can hear Jack say
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Sweet Jane
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Sweet Jane
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Sweet Jane
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Some people they like to go out dancin
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and other people they have to work. Just watch me now
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and there's even some evil mothers
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Well there gonna tell you that everthing is just dirt
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you know that women never really faint
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and that villians always blink their eyes
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that 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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they wouldn't turn around and break it
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and anyone who ever played a part
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They wouldn't turn around and hate it
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Sweet Jane, Sweet Sweet Jane
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Sweet Jane
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| The Velvet Underground |
