Lyricist : Page, Steven

Composer : Page, Steven

The girl works at the store, sweet Jane St. Clair

Was dazzled by her smile while I shopped there

It wasn't long before I lived with her

I sang her songs while she dyed my hair

Jane, divided, but I can't decide which side I'm on

Jane, decided only cowards stay while traitors run

Jane, Jane

I'd bring her gold and frankincense and myrrh

She thought that I was making fun of her

She made me feel I was fourteen again

That's why she thinks it's cooler if we just stay friends

Jane, doesn't think a man could ever be faithful

Jane, isn't giving me a chance to be shameful

Jane, Jane

I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterday

That life could be better by being together

Is what I cannot explain to Jane

The girl works at the store, sweet Jane St. Clair

Still dazzled by her smile while I shoplift there

No promises as vague as heaven

No Juliana next to my Evan

Jane, desired by the people at her school and work

Jane, is tired 'cause every becomes a lovesick jerk

Jane, Jane... Come on