Jane
The girl works at the store sweet Jane St. ClairWas dazzled by her smile while I shopped thereit wasn't long before I lived with herI sang her songs while she dyed her hair
Jane, divided, but I can't decide what side I'm onJane decided only cowards stay, while traitors runJane, Jane
I'd bring her gold and frankincense and myrrhShe thought that I was making fun of herShe made me feel I was fourteen againThat's why she thinks it's cooler if we'd just stay friendsJane doesn't think a man could ever be faithfulJane isn't giving me a chance to be shamefulJane, Jane
I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterdayThat life could be better by being togetheris what I cannot explain to Jane
The girl works at the store, sweet Jane St. ClairWas dazzled by her smile while I shoplift thereNo promises as vague as HeavenNo Juliana next to my Evan
Jane, desired by the people at the school and workJane is tired, 'cause every man becomes a lovesick jerkJane, Jane