I'm a Fool for Loving Her - George Jones

I was born under a bad sign Left out in the cold I'm a lonely man who knows Just what it means to lose control But, I took all the heartache And turned it to shame Now I'm moving moving on And I ain't taking the blame Don't come running to me I know I've done all I can A hard loving woman like you Just makes a hard loving man So, I can say it to you, babe I'll be a fool for your loving, no more A fool for your loving, no more I'm so tired of trying I always end up crying Fool for your loving, no more I'll be a fool for your loving, no more I'm tired of hiding my feelings You left me lonely too long I gave my heart and you tore it apart Oh baby, you done me wrong Don't come running to me I know I've done all I can A hard loving woman like you Just makes a hard loving man So, I can say it to you, babe I'll be a fool for your loving, no more A fool for your loving, no more I'm so tired of trying I always end up crying Fool for your loving, no more I'll be a fool for your loving, no more I'll be a fool for your loving no more, no more, no more So, I can say it to you, babe I'll be a fool for your loving, no more A fool for your loving, no more I'm so tired of trying I always end up crying Fool for your loving, no more A fool for your loving, no more Fool for your loving no more

I'm reminiscing on all the times we shared I can't seem to forget the times that we spent, and I miss Your pretty smile just seemed to brighten up my day I want you here with me, I'm callin' out your name Hear me, my pretty girl You're on my mind I wannna hold in my my my arms Tonight, let's make it right Unless we're face to face you can't relate to what I have to say Chorus I'm not a fool Please don't break my heart I'm daydreamin' about you and I need you in my life I'm not a fool Please don't break my heart Please don't break my, don't break my heart I've been sitting in my window Watching cars go by And hoping that one You will be inside, and I I want you here with me No explanation goes You know the way I feel Be there for sure No no my baby girl I wanna hold you in my arms Tonight Let's make it right Unless we're face to face you can't relate to what I have to say Chorus I need you in my life I want you by my side I need you in my life I want you by my side I need you in my life I want you by my side... Please come back

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.)