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 up, 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 ...
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