Won't you come see me, Queen Jane 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 Now, when all of the flower ladies what back what they have lent you

Send me your tired Your poor and broken Send me your life So I can break you Whatever you need Give me your trust Your faith and wishes Give me your life So I can own you

You learn to live without You learn to take your coffee black You learn to drink your whiskey neat You learn to take the shower cold And sleep on tired feet You learn to order dinner in You learn to send the laundry out You learn how to amuse yourself