Talk is cheap and we touch in vain
Oh that Jane, too dull to to be the main thing
Sugar, I’m a king
Lookin’ at a good girl, with a bad name

Jane... No vanilla, I want meat, show me street, no chillin this heat
Still, her dedication to the meaningful is that kinda beautiful
But she’s never met one like me before
So I gotta go... I gotta go...

A fall from the sky like she’s heaven sent
And Baby cakes you know I’m hell bent
Cant break me in, can’t reach my sin
I’m a fish you can’t reel in

If you hang on like a backpack
Oh Jane I’ll take you to the mainland
You won’t be washed up ashore
Not this time, Jane