Queen Jane Approximately (Take 2, Complete) - Bob Dylan
Written by：Bob Dylan
When your mother rips are all your invitations
And your father to your sister he explains
That you're tired of yourself and your creations
Won't you come see me Queen Jane
Won't you come see me Queen Jane
Now all of flower ladys want back what they has lent you
And the smell in of the roses does not remain
And all of love you children tend of againt 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 your 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 much more drastic
Won'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 to
All they down their bandannas and complain
And you want somebody that you don't have to speak to
Won't you come see me Queen Jane
Won't you come see me Queen Jane
