There's a Chinese opera on the television You paint your mouth with such precision You're like an angel in a morphine dream What matters to you just don't matter to me Here is the freak; there is the genius You make love like a sad Bohemian Sometimes I think you're from another world 'Cause Jane, you're not like any other girl Jane Jane, tall as a crane You don't have to stand in the pouring rain Jane Jane, you're so strange Won't you come out and play with me again? All the paper dolls with their paper hearts Stalk these halls, afraid of the dark But you've been living in the shadows so long That you close your eyes when the lights come on Jane Jane, tall as a crane You don't have to stand in the pouring rain Jane Jane, you're so strange Won't you come out and play with me again? Jane, Jane's got a mirror for a name If she looks in the mirror then she'll never be the same As the game, game she's been playing since she came When she's standing in the pouring rain Everybody here seems to have their own tribe A hand to hold or a kite to fly But they will never know the meaning of you 'Cause they just can't see you the way I do Jane Jane, tall as a crane You don't have to stand in the pouring rain Jane Jane, you're so strange Won't you come out and play with me again?
There's a Chinese opera on the television You paint your mouth with such precision You're like an angel in a morphine dream What matters to you just don't matter to me Here is the freak; there is the genius You make love like a sad Bohemian Sometimes I think you're from another world 'Cause Jane, you're not like any other girl Jane Jane, tall as a crane You don't have to stand in the pouring rain Jane Jane, you're so strange Won't you come out and play with me again? All the paper dolls with their paper hearts Stalk these halls, afraid of the dark But you've been living in the shadows so long That you close your eyes when the lights come on Jane Jane, tall as a crane You don't have to stand in the pouring rain Jane Jane, you're so strange Won't you come out and play with me again? Jane, Jane's got a mirror for a name If she looks in the mirror then she'll never be the same As the game, game she's been playing since she came When she's standing in the pouring rain Everybody here seems to have their own tribe A hand to hold or a kite to fly But they will never know the meaning of you 'Cause they just can't see you the way I do Jane Jane, tall as a crane You don't have to stand in the pouring rain Jane Jane, you're so strange Won't you come out and play with me again?
