Am F Dm G Sha la la la la Am F G la la uh huh... Am F Dm G I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Am F G Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer Am F Dm G You know she dances while his father plays guitar. She's suddenly beautiful Am F G We all want something beautiful, man, I wish I was beautiful Am F Dm So come dance this silence down through the morning G Am F G Sha la la la la la la la la yeah uh huh yeah Am F Dm G Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances Am F G And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Am F Dm G Believe in me. Help me believe in anything Am F G 'Cause I want to be someone who believes, yeah C F G Mr. Jones and me, tell each other fairy tales C F and we stare at the beautiful women G G C "She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me." F G Smiling in the bright lights, coming through in stereo C F G When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely Am F Dm G Well, I will paint my picture. Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray Am F G All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful (yeah, well you know) Am F Dm G Gray is my favorite color I-I felt so symbolic yesterday Am F G If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play C F G Mr. Jones and me, look into the future C F yeah we stare at the beautiful women G "She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me." C F G Standing in the spotlight, I bought myself a gray guitar C F G Am When everybody lo-ves me, I will never be lo-one-ly Fmaj7 I will never be lonely Am G I'm never gonna be looone-ly Am F I want to be a lion. Everybody wants to pass as cats Am G We all want to be big, big stars, yeah but we got different reasons for that. Am F Believe in me because I don't believe in anything Am G And I want to be someone to believe, to believe, to believe. C F G Mr. Jones and me, stumbling through the barrio C F Yeah we stare at the beautiful women G "She's perfect for you, man, there's got to be somebody for me." C F I want to be Bob Dylan G Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky C F G When everybody loves you, ah son, that's just about as funky as you can be. C F G Mr. Jones and me, staring at the video C F G When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me. C F G We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why, and we don't know how. C F G But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as I can be. C F G Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars.....
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