Queen Jane Approximately
When your mother sends back all your invitationsAnd your father to your sister he explainsThat you’re tired of yourself and all of your creationsWon’t you come see me, Queen Jane?Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent youAnd the smell of their roses does not remainAnd all of your children start to resent youWon’t you come see me, Queen Jane?Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all the clowns that you have commissionedHave died in battle or in vainAnd you’re sick of all this repetitionWon’t you come see me, Queen Jane?Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?
When all of your advisers heave their plasticAt your feet to convince you of your painTrying to prove that your conclusions should be more drasticWon’t you come see me, Queen Jane?Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?
Now when all the bandits that you turned your other cheek toAll lay down their bandanas and complainAnd you want somebody you don’t have to speak toWon’t you come see me, Queen Jane?Won’t you come see me, Queen Jane?