Mary Jane, From Maiden Lane - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MARY JANE, FROM MAIDEN LANE Copyright, MDCCCXCVII, by Henry J. Wehman. Words by Harry S. Miller. Music by Geo. C. Edwards. 
Mary Jane, well do I like her, she's the queen of all typewriters, In an office way down town, sixteen stories from the ground, There she works with fingers flying o'er the buttons and me a-trying Just to catch her little eye, and when I don't, why then I sigh. Oh, it's 
Chorus. Mary Jane, from Maiden Lane, you're the girl's got me insane, With your click-it-te-clack, a-click-it-te-clack all day long, And when I asked her for a kiss, this is the answer I get from the miss, A-click-it-te-clack; a-click-it-te-clack, Mary Jane, from Maiden Lane. 
Mary Jane, well, she is witty, jolliest girl in all the city, She has my heart upset and vexed, I can't tell what she'll do next, How I try my best to win her, even take her out to dinner, And at night when I get home, I often sit and sigh alone. Oh, it's- Chorus.