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COUNTING CROWS lyrics : "MR. JONES"

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,
Man I wish I was beautiful


So come dance this silence
down through the morning,

Sha la la la la la la la yeah,
ooh, yeah
Cut up, Maria! Show me some

of them Spanish dances
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 beatiful 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 will never be lonely
Said I'm never gonna 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, to believe, to believe,
Yeah


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,

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
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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