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    Mr. Jones

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    Добавлена 10 января 2013 пользователем Миша

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    Sha la la la la la la, Mmmm...
    Uh huh
    I was down at the New Amsterdam
    Staring at this yellow-haired girl
    Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
    With a black-haired flamenco dancer
    You know, she dances while his father plays guitar
    She's suddenly beautiful
    We all want something beautiful
    Man, I wish I was beautiful
    So come dance the silence down through the morning
    Sha la la la la la la la yeah
    Uh huh, yeah
    Cut up Maria!
    Show me some of that Spanish dancin',
    Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
    Believe in me
    Help me believe in anything,
    'Cause I want to be someone who believes
    Yeah
    Mr. Jones and me
    Tell each other fairy tales,
    And we stare at the beautiful women
    "She's looking at you.
    Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
    Smilin' in the bright lights
    Coming through in stereo
    When everybody loves you,
    You can never be lonely
    Well, I'm gonna paint my picture
    Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
    All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
    Yeah, well, you know 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
    Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
    "She's looking at you.
    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 lone…ly
    I will never be lonely
    Said, I'm never gonna be
    Lone...ly
    I want to be a lion
    Yeah, everybody wants to pass as cats
    We all want to be big, big stars,
    Yeah, but we got different reasons for that
    Believe in me
    'Cause I don't believe in anything
    And I want to be someone to believe,
    To believe,
    To believe
    Yeeeaahh
    Mr. Jones and me
    Stumbling through the barrio
    Yeah, we stare 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,
    Oh! 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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