Crash Into Me Dave Matthews Band
You've got your ball you've got your chain Tied to me tight tie me up again Who's got their claws in you my friend Into your heart I'll beat again Sweet like candy to my soul Sweet you rock and sweet you roll Lost for you I'm so lost for you You come crash into me baby And I come into you, I come into you In a boys dream In a boys dream Touch your lips just so I know In your eyes, love, it glows so I'm bare-boned and crazy for you When you come crash into me, baby And I come into you In a boys dream In a boys dream If I've gone overboard Then I'm begging you to forgive me In my haste When I'm holding you so girl... close to me Oh and you come crash into me, baby And I come into you Hike up your skirt a little more and show the world to me Hike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me In a boys dream... In a boys dream Oh I watch you there through the window And I stare at you You wear nothing but you wear it so well Tied up and twisted, the way I'd like to be For you, for me, come crash into me Mr. Jones Counting Crows 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 sha la la la la la la 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 Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales We 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 Well 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 look into the future And we stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing 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 to believe, to believe in 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 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... back main area sound station sketch book links
You've got your ball you've got your chain Tied to me tight tie me up again Who's got their claws in you my friend Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul Sweet you rock and sweet you roll Lost for you I'm so lost for you
You come crash into me baby And I come into you, I come into you In a boys dream In a boys dream
Touch your lips just so I know In your eyes, love, it glows so I'm bare-boned and crazy for you
When you come crash into me, baby And I come into you In a boys dream In a boys dream
If I've gone overboard Then I'm begging you to forgive me In my haste When I'm holding you so girl... close to me
Oh and you come crash into me, baby And I come into you
Hike up your skirt a little more and show the world to me Hike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me In a boys dream... In a boys dream
Oh I watch you there through the window And I stare at you You wear nothing but you wear it so well Tied up and twisted, the way I'd like to be For you, for me, come crash into me
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 sha la la la la la la 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
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales We 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 Well 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 look into the future And we stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing 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 to believe, to believe in
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 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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