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letra de mr. jones - matt hartke

i was down at the new amsterdam
staring at this yellow-haired girl
mr. jones strikes up a conversation
with a black-haired flamenco dancer
she dances while his father plays guitar
she’s suddenly beautiful
well 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-la, yeah
uh-huh, yeah
cut up, maria
show me some of them spanish dances
pass me a bottle, mr. jones

mr. jones and me
tell each other fairy tales
and we stare at them beautiful women
she’s looking at you
oh 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
you know 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
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 wanna be bob dylan
mr. jones wishes he was someone
just a little more funky
when everybody loves you
oh 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 see me
staring right back at me

we all wanna be big stars
but we don’t know why and we don’t know how
but when everybody loves me
i wanna be just about as happy as i can be

mr. jones and me
gonna be big stars

- matt hartke

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