• 标题:Mr. Jones
  • 歌手:Counting Crows
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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磗 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磗 looking at you. Ah,
    no, no, she磗 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磗 looking at you.
    Uh, I don磘 think so. She磗
    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磘
    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磗 perfect for you, Man,
    there磗 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磗 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磘 know why and we don磘 know how
    But when everybody loves me,
    I磎 going to be just about as
    happy as I can be
    Mr. Jones and me, we磖e gonna
    be big stars ....