Mr johnes

I was down at the new amsterdam staring at this
Yellow-haired girl
Mr. jones strikes up a conversation with this black-
Haired flamenco dancerShe dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautifulSo come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut up maria! show me some of them spanish dances
Pas me a bottle mr. jonesBelieve in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes

Mr. jones and me tell each other fairy talesStare 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 stereoWhen everybody lover you, you can never be lonely


I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black andgray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew picassoI would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
She'slooking at you
Uh, I don't think so. she's looking at me
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a a gray guitar
When everybody loverme, I will never be lonely

I want to be al lion
Everybody want to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got...