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 I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl  Mr. Jones srikes up a coversation 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  Cause 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 will never be lonely  Said I never gonna be..lonely  I wanna 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  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 televison 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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