Elle a un je-ne-sais-quoi, les paroles peut-être (magnifiques), qui fait que c'est pas une chanson ordinaire... Elle fait partie de ces titres qui tombent parfois dans l'oubli, mais jamais trop longtemps, car des gens comme Monsieur Camille ne les ont pas oubliés, et c'est grâce à eux qu'on les réécoute.
Cut up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin', n'
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.
Believe in me,
Help me believe in anything.
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes.
Yeah.
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales,
and we stare at the beautiful women:
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she is looking at me."
Smilin' in the bright lights.
Comin' through in stereo.
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely.
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.
Believe in me,
Help me believe in anything.
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes.
Yeah.
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales,
and we stare at the beautiful women:
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she is looking at me."
Smilin' in the bright lights.
Comin' through in stereo.
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely.
