Queen Jane Approximately

Now 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 the flower lady wants back what she has have lent you And the smell of her roses does not remain When all your 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 all died in battle or in vain And you find yourself sick of all this repetition Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now 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 throw down their bandannas and complain Maybe 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?