Текст песни Queen Jane Approximately - Bob Dylan
When
your
mother
sends
back
all
your
invitations
And
your
father,
to
your
sister
he
explains
That
you're
tired
of
yourself
and
all
of
your
creations
Won'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
you
And
the
smell
of
their
roses
does
not
remain
And
all
of
your
children
start
to
resent
you
Won't
you
come
see
me,
Queen
Jane?
Won't
you
come
see
me,
Queen
Jane?
Now,
when
all
the
clowns
that
you
have
commissioned
Have
died
in
battle
or
in
vain
And
you're
sick
of
all
this
repetition
Won't
you
come
see
me,
Queen
Jane?
Won't
you
come
see
me,
Queen
Jane?
Oh,
when
all
of
your
advisers
heave
their
plastic
At
your
feet,
to
convince
you
of
your
pain
Trying
to
prove
that
your
conclusions
should
be
more
drastic
Won't
you
come
see
me,
Queen
Jane?
Won't
you
come
see
me,
Queen
Jane?
Now,
when
all
of
the
bandits
that
you
turn
your
other
cheek
to
All
lay
down
their
bandanas
and
complain
And
you
want
somebody
you
don't
have
to
speak
to
Won't
you
come
see
me,
Queen
Jane?
Ah,
won't
you
come
see
me,
Queen
Jane?
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