I watched you walking down And left you to be found Like someone who is like the sun Or someone with a knife and gun And when you did return I saw that you had learned But I don't know where you have been And I don't know what you call sin so Carry, carry on Keep moving, moving on Even though you will soon be gone

Don't hold me like I'm going Don't look at me like I'm gone Cause when it all comes down to it We're all going like the sun There is no time to ask for mercy She left ages anyhow And when it all comes down to it In this silly world and it's crazy fit of life We're all going somehow And you say you believe in nothing I know something believes in you But still you rise every morning Like the sun isn't going to have fun I all comes down to it We're all going like the sun And when it all comes down to it In this silly life it's crazy fit The darkest night of the money pit It all goes like the sun It all goes like the sun

We floated downstream like swans in the sun Surrounded by friends and lovers We watched on with smiles beaming so bright The river behind them, the fading daylight I knew her back from when she was young Those days poured out faster than rounds from a gun Scattered like shells and lost to the sea Like the river the days move rapidly I have all these memories, I don't know what for I have them and I can't help it Some overflow and spill like waves Some I will harbour For all of my days I burned liked oil, you grew like a flower Rising toward your magical hour I was not yours and you were not mine Our true love finds us when it is time We drove back downtown Wasted and spent Down highways that I remember Happy for her and happy for me The old times and the new to uncover I laid down my head, in love with the night With my new love beside me, her radiant light I faded away, along with my thoughts Like a dream and I trail off mystically

Drunk with desire, ten shots of fire Watching those lips Got my mind wrapped around the taste She coloured my name And whispered my place Watching her sip on my drink Makes it hard to look away My kiss is like the sun (the sun) And my love is for everyone It was all for fun Until I let you fall, never call Wasn't trying to hurt you but It wasn't love, it's only for a night Wasn't trying to hurt you She left a necklace on my nightstand You can come back But it don't mean we're meant to be It's not about you Look on the brightside I'm only saving you from someone else like me My kiss is like the sun (the sun) And my love is for everyone It was all for fun Until I let you fall, never call Wasn't trying to hurt you but It wasn't love, it's only for a night Wasn't trying to hurt you

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.)