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I was down at the New Amsterdam |
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Staring at this yellow-haired girl |
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Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation |
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With a black-haired flamenco dancer |
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You know, she dances while his father plays guitar |
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She's suddenly beautiful |
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We all want something beautiful |
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Man, I wish I was beautiful |
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So come dance this silence down through the morning |
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Cut up, Maria, show me some of them Spanish dances |
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And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones |
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Believe in me, help me believe in anything |
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'Cause I want to be someone who believes, yeah |
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Mr. Jones, and me tell each other fairy tales |
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And we stare at the beautiful women |
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"She's looking at you, ah, no, no, she's looking at me" |
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Smiling in the bright lights, coming through in stereo |
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When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely |
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Well, I will paint my picture |
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Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray |
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All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful |
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Yeah well, you know, gray is my favorite color |
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I felt so symbolic yesterday, if I knew Picasso |
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I would buy myself a gray guitar and play |
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Mr. Jones and me look into the future |
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Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women |
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"She's looking at you, I don't think so |
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She's looking at me" |
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Standing in the spotlight |
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I bought myself a gray guitar |
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When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely |
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I will never be lonely, said I'm never gonna be lonely |
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I want to be a lion, everybody wants to pass as cats |
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We all want to be big, big stars |
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Yeah, but we got different reasons for that |
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Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything |
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And I want to be someone to believe, to believe, to believe, yeah |
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Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio |
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Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women |
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"She's perfect for you, man, there's got to be somebody for me" |
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I want to be Bob Dylan |
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Mr. Jones wishes he was someone, just a little more funky |
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When everybody loves you, son |
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That's just about as funky as you can be |
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Mr. Jones and me staring at the video |
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When I look at the television |
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I want to see me staring right back at me |
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We all want to be big stars |
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But we don't know why and we don't know how |
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But when everybody loves me |
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I wanna be just about as happy as I can be |
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Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars |