When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That youre tired of yourself and all of your creations Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Wont 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 Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died in battle or in vain And youre sick of all this repetition Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Wont 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 Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all of the bandits that you turned your other cheek to All lay down their bandanas and complain And you want somebody ya dont have to speak to Wont you come see me, Queen Jane? Aw, wont you come see me, Queen Jane?
jane, queen, see, adviser, commissioned