Queen Jane Approximately - Bob Dylan

Written by：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 all of flower ladys want back what they has lent you

And the smell of their roses does not remain

All of 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 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 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

You want somebody you don't have to speak to

Won't you come see me Queen Jane

Won't you come see me Queen Jane