Jeffrey Pipes Guice

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My Cup o’ Jane

When I’m waiting for the streetcar
And all of a sudden it begins to rain...
I start praying for some sunshine
And my little Cup o’ Jane...

Cup o’ Jane
Cup o’ Jane
Oh, will she be my Cup o’ Jane?

When I’m sitting on the runway
And they won’t let us deplane...
I start hoping for a gate change
And my little Cup o’ Jane...

Cup o’ Jane
Cup o’ Jane
Oh, will she be my Cup o’ Jane?

When I’m working at the gym
And my back starts feelin the pain...
I start wishing for a rub down
And my little Cup o’ Jane...

Cup o’ Jane
Cup o’ Jane
Oh, will she be my Cup o’ Jane?

When I’m jogging up Chestnut Street
And a pothole gives me an ankle sprain...
I start begging for some crutches
And my little Cup o’ Jane...

Cup o’ Jane
Cup o’ Jane
Oh, will she be my Cup o’ Jane?

When we finally start to celebrate
And suddenly realize there’s no Champagne...
I know that life is so much sweeter
With my little Cup o’ Jane...

Cup o’ Jane
Cup o’ Jane
She’ll always be my Cup o’ Jane!

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