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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 up, 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.
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 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 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...
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 up, 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.  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 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 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...