Текст (слова) песни: Counting Crows - 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
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful 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
Greg 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`s looking at you.
Uh, I don`t think so. She`s looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never 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`t believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe
Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we star at the beautiful women
"She`s perfect for you, Man, there`s 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`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 to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don`t know why and we don`t know how
But when everybody loves me, I`m going to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Jones and me, we`re gonna be big stars..

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Counting Crows - 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 I wish I was beautiful So come dance this silence down through the morning Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything I want to be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful 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 Greg 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`s looking at you. Uh, I don`t think so. She`s looking at me." Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar When everybody loves me, I will never 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`t believe in anything and I want to be someone to believe Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio Yeah we star at the beautiful women "She`s perfect for you, Man, there`s 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`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 to see me staring right back at me We all want to be big stars, but we don`t know why and we don`t know how But when everybody loves me, I`m going to be just about as happy as can be Mr. Jones and me, we`re gonna be big stars.. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Mr. Jones: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/2197.html Все тексты песен: Counting Crows » Counting Crows - A Little Discipline » Counting Crows - Carrige » Counting Crows - einstein on the beach \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Counting Crows - walkaways \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Counting Crows - 1492 » Counting Crows - suffocate \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Counting Crows - Sullivan Street » Counting Crows - Suffocate » Counting Crows - Hard Candy » Counting Crows - amy hit the atmosphere \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Counting Crows - Unsatisfied » Counting Crows - Blues Run The Game » Counting Crows - High Life » Counting Crows - A Murder Of One » Counting Crows - millers angels \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Counting Crows - Angels In America » Counting Crows - If I Could Give All My Love (Richard Manuel Is Dea » Counting Crows - Oh My Sweet Carolina » Counting Crows - Kid Things (Bonus) » Counting Crows - Murder Of One Рекомендуем скачать: » Любэ - Не валяй дурака, Америка » Любовь Успенская - Любимый » Леонид Ваксман - Когда пою от первого лица... » Л.Агутин - Половина сердца » Лесоповал - Генриетта » Леонард Хируг - Так просто о чью-то ошибку пораниться!.. » Лесоповал - Первая девочка » Лена Кукарская (Кука) (Фабрика звезд-5) - Пианист » Леонид Ваксман - Мне никто никогда не говорил рвач... » Леонид Агутин - Если ты когда-нибудь меня простишь » Ласковый май - Уходит лето » Ленинград - Столько не поют » Лига Блюза - Развяжи мне руки » Ласковый Май, Евгений Белоусов - На белом покрывале января » Линда - ДВЕ УЛИТКИ » Любовь Захарченко - Сказки » Ленинград - Твой мир » Леонард Хируг - Рука дрожит, царапает перо... » Леонид Сергеев - О, наш ХХ трудный век... » Леонид Ваксман - Лесом, всё лесом, а вот уже полем...
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