Lover of mine Gone to a faraway land Serving your country On some faraway sand But you should get no name Remember that your heart belongs to me I'm sending you a picture To carry with you all the time So when you're feeling lonely It's something to remind you I'm thinking of you constantly Remember that your hearts belongs to me Your heart belongs to me If a pretty girl should pass you by I won't mind If you give her the eye Or even if you give her a smile sometimes But keep your heart Because your heart is mine Your heart is mine Your heart is mine Lover of mine If I could tell you how I yearn For the day to come When you will return From far across the sea So remember that your heart belongs to me Remember your heart belongs to me Far across the sea

I got the feeling the feeling's gone My heart has gone to sleep One of these mornings, I'll be gone My heart belongs to me Can we believe in fairytales? Can love survive when all else fails? Can't hide the feeling, the feeling's gone My heart belongs to me But now, my love, hey, didn't I love you? But we knew what had to be Somehow, my love, I'll always love you But my heart belongs to me Put out the light and close your eyes Come lie beside me Don't ask why Can't hide the feeling, the feeling's gone My heart belongs to me But now, my love, hey, didn't I love you? Didn't I love you? Didn't I love you? Didn't I love you, baby? Don't cry, my love I'll always love you But my heart belongs to me My heart belongs to me I got the feeling the feeling's gone My heart belongs to me (Didn't I love you, babe, didn't I love you?)

I used to fall in love with all those boys Who maul the young cuties But now I find, I'm more inclined To keep my mind on my duties While tearing off a game of golf I may make a play for the caddy But when I do, I don't follow through â€~Cause my heart belongs to Daddy If I invite a boy some night To dine on my fine finnan haddie I just adore his asking for more But my heart belongs to Daddy Yes, my heart belongs to daddy So I simply couldn't be bad Yes, my heart belongs to daddy Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da So I want to warn you, laddie Though I know you're perfectly swell But my heart belongs to daddy â€~Cause my daddy, he treats it so well There was a dame that a football game Made long for the strong under graddie I never dream of making the team â€~Cause my heart belongs to daddy Yes, my heart belongs to daddy So I simply couldn't be bad Yes, my heart belongs to daddy Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da So I want to warn you, laddie Though I know you're perfectly swell That my heart belongs to daddy â€~Cause my daddy, he treats it so well

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.)