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12-22-2010, 05:59 AM
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dl3AvpE4U_U
Standing on the corner, Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest, And me I'm in a rock'n'roll band Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim You know, those were different times Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse And those ladies, they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Now Jack, he is a banker And Jane, she is a clerk Both of them save their monies, ha And when, when they come home from work Oh, Sittin' down by the fire, The radio does play The classical music there, Jim "The March of the Wooden Soldiers" All you protest kids You can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people, they like to go out dancing And other peoples, they have to work, Just watch me now And there's even some evil mothers Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt Y'know that, women, never really faint And that villains always blink their eyes, And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush And that, life is just to die And, everyone who ever had a heart They wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part Oh wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane |
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12-22-2010, 02:08 PM
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12-22-2010, 05:40 PM
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