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Jane is a groupee, ahJane makes whoopee, ahShe's got a thing for the guys in the bandEvery musician's biggest fanShe claps her hands without a doubtHas no idea what the song's aboutShe's too busy trying to figure outThe shorter route to take the drummer homeHey Larry, what's your space?Said you'd teach me how to play the bassSince we got a little time to wasteWe might as well get it onFront row tickets for the very next showOrgan dreams, many friends to knowShe's the only reason the horns will blowPlaying her favorite songJane, Jane, shame, shameJane is a groupee, ahJane makes whoopee, ahShe's got a thing for the guys in the bandEvery musician's biggest fanLetras de cancionesHey Freddie, I like youWhen you play the bluesYou make me blueI'd like to go around with you tooEver see a Jane in actionDifferent levels of satisfactionCause her to lose a fractionOf her womanhoodHey Sly, you can score with meYou can write your songs upon my kneeAnd when you get throughYou can be with meJane, Jane, shame, shame From Letras Mania