Metallica - Sweet Jane lyrics

Standin' on a corner suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his corset, says to Jane
Who's in her vest
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band
Friday night's a picture show
Those were different times
And the poets studied rules of verse
And all the ladies rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane sweet Jane
Sweet Jane

Now, Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
And the both of them are
Saving up their money
Then they come home from work
Sittin' by the fire
Radio just played a little classical
Music for you kids
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Some people like to go out dancing
And other people, they gotta work
And there's always some evil mothers
They'll tell you life is full of
DirtAnd the women never really faint
And the villans always blink their eyes
And the children are the only ones who blush
'Cause life is just to die
But, anyone who has a heart
Wouldn't want to turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played the part
He wouldn't want to turn around and fake it

Sweet Jane