With these hands I will cling to you I'm yours Forever and a day And with these hands I will bring to you A tender love As warm as May And with this heart I will sing, I will sing to you Long after the stars Have lost their glow And with these hands I'll provide for you And should there be a stormy sea I'll turn the tide for you And I'll never No, I'll never, no No, I'll never Never let you go Oh, no, no No, no, no, no, oooh, oooh yea And with these hands I'll provide for you And should there be a stormy sea I'll turn the tide for you And I'll never, oh no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no I'll never, oh yea I don't think you heard me, I said I'll never oh no Oh, oh I'll never never, never, never, yea, yea, yea Said I'll never Never let you Never let you go, no, no yea

I could roll the dice And give you ten good reasons I could break the ice And pick up the broken pieces I could wave hello, I could raise a glass, I could blow a kiss, I could kick your ass We could take it all apart or hold it all together With these two hands I can tear down walls I can build a bridge, I can break my fall With these two hands I can pray or fight I can hold the torch, I can shine a light With these two hands I could strike a match that sets the world on fire Hold a grain of sand till it turns into a diamond I could plant the seed, I could flip that switch, Make the sign of peace, I could make a fist Oh, we could make this hurt or we could make it better With these two hands I can tear down walls, I can build a bridge, I can break my fall With these two hands I can pray or fight I can hold the torch, I can shine a light With these two hands Wipe the teardrops from your eyes Reach up until we touch the sky Free to dream and make it true No, there ain't nothing we can't do Oh, there ain't nothing we can't do With these two hands I can tear down walls I can build a bridge, I can break my fall With these two hands I can pray or fight I can hold the torch, I can shine a light With these two hands Wipe the teardrops from your eyes Reach up until we touch the sky Free to dream and make it true No, there ain't nothing we can't do Oh, there ain't nothing we can't do.

With these hands, I will cling to you I'm yours forever and a day With these hands, I will bring to you A tender love as warm as May With this heart, I will sing to you Long after stars have lost their glow And with these hands I'll provide for you Should there be a stormy sea I'll turn the tide for you, and I'll never No, I'll never let you go And with these hands I'll provide for you Should there be a stormy sea I'll turn the tide for you, and I'll never No, I'll never let you go

Sombre eyes Bane, a godless life reanimates So, to shall pain taking its place in this world, cold and alone Reveal a flood of fear and hope premeditated Mothered by gloom, fathered by the abyss This offer of peace ends the burden of pain The end of a rope with my woe I will hang Darkness and hatred bears witness to shame This story ends with no coffin nor grave Oh, my touch can never be My fingers dance as sharpened blades Oh, the bitter irony I long to caress hand to cheek So you think I'm a monster? So be it Writhing in blood So be it Writhing in blood If this is all that is living I'd rather be dead Look at me and tell me How can I love with these tragic hands? How can I exist? When will this end? or will this be forever Oh, my touch can never be My fingers dance as sharpened blade Oh, the bitter irony I long to caress hand to cheek Live for the night Weep for the day Staring blankly I purge out my hate Life will not mourn for me

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.)