Well i was born for a Saturday night, Looking for trouble and ready to fight. Girl i was made to be wild & free! Where the lights are bright thats where I'll be! And I might change someday I guess. But Honky tonkin's what I do best! I can chug all night Without taking a breath Get out on the dance floor, dance myself to death I'm a wild eyed certified bona-fide, general mess! But Honky Tonkin's what I do best! (Interlude) I never had much luck with society My Momma use to say it don't belong to me But this town i think daddy understood Always made me feel like I was worse than good. Sister moved to New York & shes a big success! But Honky Tonkin is what I do best! Oh I can chug all night without taking a breath Get out on the dance floor dance myself to death Im a wild eyed certified bona fied general mess! And Honky Tonkin's what I do best. Honky Tonking' what I do best! Yeah Ho wow wow wow ky tonkin's what i do best.

You'd call me on my birthday Checkin' if I got sick For, for you in the worse way I thought we had a thing We'd stay up til the morning Spend hours on the phone You almost had me thinking That you and I, be growing old Had me placing all my bets on you, you, you Turns out you don't feel the way I do, do, do So what do I do with all this love I got Love I got, love I got So what do I do with all this love I got Love I got for you I feel like a fool, wish I knew it back then I'm not your true love, just a really good friend So what do I do with all this love I got This love I got for you This love I got for you, This love I got for you You would always tell me Your secrets when we drink Got so close, I'd always think that We were inches from a kiss But now you kissing strangers And we barely even speak I know I can't make you love me I just really wish you do Had me placing all my bets on you, you, you Turns out you don't feel the way I do, do, do So what do I do with all this love I got Love I got, love I got So what do I do with all this love I got Love I got for you I feel like a fool, wish I knew it back then I'm not your true love, just a really good friend So what do I do with all this love I got This love I got for you So what do I do with all this love I got Love I got, love I got So what do I do with all this love I got Love I got for you I feel like a fool, wish I knew it back then I'm not your true love, just a really good friend So what do I do with all this love I got This love I got for you

I know,many times i've been here before It's a pattern So long,cause i can't pretend anymore What does it matter Now your not around,what do i do It's like my time's running out Broken in bruises and maybe it's a blessing I got nothing to lose but it's wearing me down Now you're gone,what do i do Now your not around,what do i do It's like my time's running out Broken in bruises and maybe it's a blessing I got nothing to lose but it's wearing me down Now you're gone,what do i do I know,many times i've been here before It's a pattern So long,cause i can't pretend anymore What does it matter Now your not around,what do i do It's like my time's running out Broken in bruises and maybe it's a blessing I got nothing to lose but it's wearing me down Now you're gone,what do i do Now your not around My time's running out Maybe it's a blessing i got nothing to lose Now you're gone,what do i do Now you're gone,what do i do

(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