I read your mind like an open book You lost the fire in your eyes You turn to me with a different look And then it's raining, looks like it's raining Oh no, tears are falling Oh no, tears are falling Oh no, tears are falling Something is wrong as I hold you near Somebody else holds your heart, yeah You turn to me with your icy tears And then it's raining, feels like it's raining Oh no, tears are falling Oh no, tears are falling, whoo oh Oh no, tears are falling, whoo oh (I see you cry) And now it's raining (yeah) Looks like it's raining (someone stole your heart) And now it's raining, feels like it's raining Oh no, tears are falling Oh no, tears are falling, whoo oh Oh no, tears are falling, someone stole your heart Oh no, tears are falling, they're falling from your eyes Oh no, tears are falling, (no no, falling from your eyes) Oh no, tears are falling (Oh no, no, falling, oh, they're falling from your eyes) Oh no, tears are falling (Oh no, no, falling from your eyes) Oh no, tears are falling

Tears for souvenirs Tears are not enough Tears for shields and spears Tears are not enough Searching for certainty When it's such an unstable world Searching for something good And I'm looking for the real McCoy Blueprint, that says that boy meets girl Picture, girl meets boy A blueprint that says that the boy meets the girl Picture in a magazine Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Tears are not enough Tears are not enough Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Tears are not enough Tears are not enough Slam that door, slap my face But I don't love you anymore Dry your eyes Sink or swim You surmise you can't win We all make great mistakes Blueprint, that says that boy meets girl Picture, girl meets boy A blueprint that says that the boy meets the girl Picture in a magazine Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Tears are not enough Tears are not enough Would I lie Should I lie Could I lie to you? Excuses had their uses But now they're all used up, all used up Excuses had their uses But now they're all used up, all used up Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Yes you've shown your feelings Yes you've shown you're tough Said things worth believing Tears are not enough Tears for souvenirs Tears are not enough Tears for shields and spears

I probably should know by now When I'm wrestling with my fears and doubts I can be a cold heartbreaker A professional terminator Is it something in the way that I move To that dusty hi-hat groove? I'm an old school orchestrator A forgotten cocktail shaker It's a little matter of fact I'm done with playing the fool It's something in the way that I act I'm tired of bending all the rules Now the tears are falling down my face again Yeah, the tears are falling, falling down again I pause my N64 There's a Street Fighter at my door And he's dressed in the finest linen Not a drop of blood left in him If fortune favours the brave Well, I'm heading for an early grave 'Cause I need things extra crispy With an overpriced Japanese whiskey It's a little matter of fact I'm done with playing the fool It's something in the way that I act I'm tired of bending all the rules Now the tears are falling down our face again Now the tears are falling, falling down again It's a little matter of fact I'm done with playing the fool It's something in the way that I act I'm tired of bending all the rules Now the tears are falling down my face again Yeah, the tears are falling, falling down again

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.)