Once I lived a life of wine and roses and I drank a lot back then for one concern Success for me lay just around the corner I thought my social friends would help me make me turn But now I'm paying for the days of wine and roses A victim of the drunken life I chose Now all my social friends look down their noses Cause I kept the wine and threw away the rose I stood by and watched the bottle take control of me The turn I made was not the one I'd planned And I watched my social standings slip away from me While I watched the bottle slowly take command Now I'm paying for the days of wine and roses A victim of the drunken life I chose Now all my social friends look down their noses Cause I kept the wine and threw away the rose

I once held her in my arms She said she would always stay But I must have been mad Never knew what I had I threw it all away I threw it all away Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand And rivers that ran through every day But what did I do? I let it slip through I threw it all away I threw it all away Love is all there is It makes the world go 'round Love and only love, it can't be denied No matter what you think about it You won't be able to do without it Take a tip from one who's tried So if you find someone who gives you all of her love Take it to your heart, don't let it stray One thing for sure, there ain't no cure If you throw it all away If you throw it all away

So here's the story of my love, it Never fails to keep me up at night I wonder, while you slumber, why you never slipped away And I can see it in your eyes, you Were the apple of mine, but Now I miss it every night 'Cause I threw my love away Threw my love away 'Cause I threw my love away Threw my love, away Tale it spins and so it goes Love will sink you like a stone And when you find your Dixie cup I hope it's filling up and spillin' over And over, and over 'Til the next one down the line I been thinking often, I been feeling soft Only half involved, only half a heart I been dreaming long for another start Thought you'd understand when I fell apart Are you saying You are the one? I don't even like me that much That much 'Cause I threw my love away Threw my love away 'Cause I threw my love away Threw my love, away

(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