counting crows
mr jones

mr jones

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's 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's looking at you. ah,
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

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 favorit