Sweet Jane Metallica (Ft. Lou Reed)

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