Queen Jane Approximately

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 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

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

When all the clowns that you have commissioned
Have died in battle or in vain
And you're sick of all this repetition

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

And when all of your advisers stand to correct you
And you cannot convince them of your pain
And you want someone to protect you

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

When all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to
All lay down their bandanas and complain
And 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?