Have You Seen Her - Donell Jones

Have you seen her face? Her eyes reflect the colors in the sky A warm familiar place To be swept into, whenever she's close by Makes me wonder why Run by, don't turn back Can't hide from that look in her eye Must be the way she walks A style made up to capture all she needs No time to spend on loose talk If your luck runs right she might see you tonight Everything in sight Run by, don't turn back Can't hide from that look in her eye Run by, don't turn back Can't hide from that look in her eye You'll find you're locked in her spell All the sights and sounds, your senses will be found And only time will tell How much love can be to wait so patiently Wait and see Run by, don't turn back Can't hide from that look in her eye

Ah... ah... ah... ah... ah... ah... Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... Ah... ah... ah... ah... ah... ah... Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... One month ago today I was happy as a lark But now I go for walks To the movies, maybe to the park Have a seat on the same old bench To watch the children play, yeah You know tomorrow is their future For me just another day They all gather around They seem to know my name We laugh, tell a few jokes But it still doesn't ease my pain I know I can't hide from a memory But day after day I try I keep sayin' she'll be back But today again I lied I see her face everywhere I go On the street and even at the picture show Have you seen her? (Have you seen our girl?) Tell me have you seen her? (Have ya' found her yet?) Oh, I hear her voice as the cold winds blow On the sweet music on my radio Have you seen her? (Is that you baby?) Tell me have you seen her? Everybody sing, come on! Why, oh, why, did she have to leave and go away? (Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...) Oh, I've been used to havin' someone to lean on (Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...) And I'm lost, baby, I'm lost (Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...) Oh, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Have you seen her? Tell me have you seen her? Oh, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Have you seen her? Tell me have you seen her? Oh, she left her kiss upon my lips But left heartbreak within my heart Have you seen her? Tell me have you seen her? Oh, I see her hand reaching out to me Only she can set me free Have you seen her? Tell me have you seen her? Everybody sing, come on! Why, oh, why, did she have to leave and go away (Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...) Oh, yeah Oh, I've been used to havin' someone to lean on (Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...) And I'm lost, baby, I'm lost (Ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...) Oh, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Have you seen her? Tell me have you seen her? Oh, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Have you seen her? Tell me have you seen her? (Lookie here) As another day comes to an end We'll be lookin' for a email or somethin' Or anything you may send Chi-lites email address is... C, H, I, one, one, one, one at A, O, L dot com (damn I didn't get all that, come on one more time) Don't forget now, send us a email at C, H, I, one, one, one, one, four ones at A, O, L dot com And we got alot of youngsters in the audience, don't forget Chi-lites CD's is there in the back there dont' forget to pick up one before ya go Incase some of y'all family members want to sample some of our music like Beyonce and them Pick that CD up in the back that greatest hits And also the Chi-lites DVD of the holy show of the CHi-lites, overseas, in America, everywhere, pick that up But before we continue now Can we get two young men out there to come up here and sing with us right now? (We got some singers out there right? Come on brothers) Can I get two young men? (Yeah, we got plenty of singers out there in force) Hey Security? Let us get two young men out there to come up here and sing with us now (Come on show yourself) Come on up here with us now, show yourself They'll show you how to get up here We got another one? we got another one? Come on now, we- we're gon' film tonight so you're gon' travel all over the world singing tonight Give em a hand ladies and gentlemen as the come up, give 'em a hand Come on give it to them give it to them, c'mere Come on One of 'em, one of 'em (we got one, one of 'em) Come on Come on up here young man (over here) Step on back A'ight were gonna take one more, can we get another young man, give me one more 'Cause we got Snoop Doggy Doggy up here now with his hat on (Come on Snoop, come on up here man) So we got Snoop Doggy Doggy, come on man Well we got rappers up her 'gon sing Chi-lites too, I love it, I love it Come on up here fella () My man gonna get down too- uh-oh () Come on hurry now, we gotta make room for them Dramatics, we ain't got all day man People want to see them Dramatics too now Come on, come on over here Come on give him a hand as he come out y'all, give him a hand (Alright, he's on his way up here, alright) (Hey hey, oh yeah!) Ok ladies and gentleman how about a big round of applause for Snoop Doggy Doggy? (Come on Snoop, see y'all didn't know whe had these things at our concerts. Come on Snoop, come on) (Do what you feel, do what you feel) Come on let's give him a little background as he get's a little... Have you seen her? Tell me have you seen her? Have you seen her? Tell me ha' ya seen her? (Aw c'mon, sing to them ladies out there, they lookin' at ya) Have you seen her?(Sing it!) Tell me ha' ya' seen her? I see her picture everywhere I go Like, at the studio Have ya' seen her? I see y'all fine women, unh (Oh yeah) (I don't know what else there is to say, there it is) Oh, give a big hand y'all, give him a big hand (Oh yeah) Come on, step on out here, come on out here Ladies and gentlemen, we got Russell Simmons in the house, y'all (We got all the big people up here, see that we even got Russell Simmons, come on Russell, come on) Come on son Yeah! Have you seen her? Give him a big hand anyways, give him a big hand (Ok, he's a little hoarse tonight) Ok here we go y'all, here we go Ok, we got Gerald Lawson of the Manhattan's up here (Damn man) (Hey Gerald, what's up man, I didn't know you was like this) Hmm-mmm, have ya, have ya seen her? (Hey, hey wait) (Come on, come on man. Come on, come on sing it, sing to them ladies, come on sing to them ladies out there) Ha-a-ave ya seen her-er-r, have yeah ye-ah ye-ah yeah yeah Have ya seen her, have ya seen her, Oh oh oh o-o-oh-oh, yeah Have, have yeah yeah ye-ah yee Goodby my niggers, thank you so much, thank you, thank you Have you enjoyed your show so far? Have you enjoyed your show so far? Everybody if you enjoyed your show Get up out your seats put your hands together, we got Come on now, put your hand together (and get on up) Put your hand together (e'body get on up) Put your hand together (yeah, can you feel it, get out your seat right now) Come on Your baby, your baby, your baby Have you seen my baby? Have you seen my baby? Tell me, have you seen my baby? Ladies and Gentlemen Ladies and Gentlemen, these are the Chi-lites Robert "Squirrel" Lester Marshall Thompson Tara Frank Reed Let's hear it for the Chi-lites Chicago, Illinois Frank Reed, Robert "Squirrel" Lester, Marshall Thompson my main man Tara PortSmith Nahook The Chi-lites My man Marshall Thompson, on this side Nobody like the Chi-lites Chi-lites, great people

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

(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.)