| I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She�s suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful So come dance this silence down through the morning Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything I want to be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful women "She�s looking at you. Ah, no, no, she�s looking at me." Smiling in the bright lights Coming through in stereo When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely I will paint my picture Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful Gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play Mr. Jones and me look into the future Stare at the beautiful women "She�s looking at you. Uh, I don�t think so. She�s looking at me." Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that Believe in me because I don�t believe in anything and I want to be someone to believe Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio Yeah we star at the beautiful women "She�s perfect for you, Man, there�s got to be somebody for me." I want to be Bob Dylan Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky When everybody loves you, son, that�s just about as funky as you can be Mr. Jones and me staring at the video When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me We all want to be big stars, but we don�t know why and we don�t know how But when everybody loves me, I�m going to be just about as happy as I can be Mr. Jones and me, we�re gonna be big stars... |
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