Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread And so I come to you my love My heart above my head Though I see the danger there If there's a chance for me Then I don't care Fools rush in, where wise men never go But wise men never fall in love So how are they to know When we met, I felt my life begin So open up your heart and let This fool rush in And I don't care Fools rush in, where wise men never go But wise men never fall in love So how are they to know When we met, I felt my life begin So open up your heart and let This fool rush in So open up your heart and let This fool rush in So open up your heart and let This fool rush in So open up your heart.

"Romance is a game for fools" I used to say A game I thought I'd never play "Romance is a game for fools" I said and grinned Then you passed by And here am I Throwing caution to the wind Fools rush in where angels fear to tread And so I come to you, my love, my heart above my head. Though I see the danger there If there's a chance for me, then I don't care Mm-mm-mm-mm Fools rush in where wise men never go But wise men never fall in love, so how are they to know? When we met, I felt my life begin So open up your heart and let this fool rush in Fools rush in where wise men never, never, never go Eh, but wise men never fall in love, so how are they to know? Ah, when we met, girl, I felt my life begin So open up your heart and let this fool rush in Just open up your heart and let this fool rush on in Just open up your heart because I-I-I-I-I-I-I am coming in Open up your heart and let this fool rush in! "Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear to Tread)" as written by Johnny Mercer, Rube Bloom

Fools rush in Where angels fear to tread And so I come to you my love My heart above my head Fools rush in Where angels fear to tread And so I come to you my love My heart above my head Rush in Where wise men never go But wise men never fall in love So how are they to know When we met Where angels fear to tread And so I come to you my love My heart above my head (When we met) (Where angels fear to tread) (And so I come to you my love) (My heart above my head) Rush in Where wise men never go But wise men never fall in love So how are they to know When we met Where angels fear to tread And so I come to you my love My heart above my head (Fools rush in) (Where angels fear to tread) (And so I come to you my love) (My heart above my head) Care, fool, fool Care, fool Fools rush in Where angels fear to tread And so I come to you my love My heart above my head Fools rush in Where angels fear to tread And so I come to you...

Candy cane walks down To build a bonfire, to break my fall My baby, my sweet thing Just maybe we could lose ourselves this time King of the horseflies, dark prince of death His tragic forces are heaven sent In sweet things, in a lovers breath In knowing this was meant to be the last A go-go-go-kids, a go-go-go-style A suck suck suck kiss, a suck suck suck smile As always, in young need A veiled promise to never die On dead highways, her black beauties roam For june angels, so far from home For a love lost, a faded picture To tread lightning, to ink the lavender skies Get on get on get on the bomb Get back get back where you belong Get on get on get on the bomb Get back get back where you belong Get on get on get on the bomb Get back get back where you belong Get on The bomb

(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