I really like the makeup sex It's the only kind I ever get And when I'm gazing longingly in your eyes It's not for you but the self I left behind Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it felt so wrong? Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it feels so right? I'm sharpening the chip on my shoulder As I get angrier I get older There are fewer and fewer people to complain to So I built a ship of sh*t and direct it at you Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it felt so wrong? Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it feels so right? I'll show you mine If you show me the time of day In your cradlers' glove We'll drink some wine, with the passing of time We will surely make love Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it felt so wrong? Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it feels so right? I love you baby I don't know why It's the chemicals I see in your eyes And when you touch me, I feel kind of numb I need you like a baby needs to suck his thumb Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it felt so wrong? Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it feels so right? I love you baby, I don't know why

Charles & Eddie N.Y.C I was hanging out on Joy's front steps It was the summer of love We were in New York City Vibe was cool with the radio on I think it was Sly singing "Que Sera Sera" My mother kept saying you're wastin' your life Sittin' here watching the world go by Why don't you guys get out there and do something We did, we became brothers that night Sharing our lives over a bottle of Ide's But that was fine with me There was some kind of riot on the lower East Side Some rich man shot some homeless guy He thought he was being robbed (Chorus) You can hear him say... Can you believe this city Didn't get much sleep staying out all night Soul kitchen was hoppin' We'd sneak in the side and dance Smash was spinnin' some whack new song We was all snappin' hard on his moms But he was cool That shit was funky That shit was funky Teachers were quittin' their jobs by the ton Every kid in the school was totin' a gun And they were just too scared You can hear them say... Can you believe this city Ran into C on the E train Had a brand new copy of Marvin Gaye's "Trouble Man" I couldn't help thinkin' coming home that day Is it New York City or back to L.A.

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby