I'm in love with the shape of you And the way you move I'm in love with your off-brand shoes And your daddy issues, see I don't need more than simple things Just a simple kinda love You don't need to buy me fancy bling See all I need is you cuz Baby I know you got me feeling something So Crazy No need to try to prove me nothing And maybe You should leave your pride at the door And let go cuz I love you There's no need to pretend to be someone new Your ordinary's enough for me Just treat me right Baby just treat me right Yeah And I don't want to give you sympathy Do you know that I'm so easy to please Lately I don't need Nothing but you and me In reality None of that matters to me Baby I know you got me feeling something So Crazy No need to try to prove me nothing And maybe You should leave your pride at the door And let go cuz I love you There's no need to pretend to be someone new Your ordinary's enough for me Just treat me right Baby just treat me right Yeah I love you There's no need to pretend to be someone new Your ordinary's enough for me Just treat me right Baby just treat me right Yeah

I notice how she looks at me And I pretend that I don't see It's easier if I let the tension subside I've seen it in the books I read A magic that you cannot see There's no limitations, they wear it with pride But the characters I read never act or look like me I can't depend on them to lead me through the right door And what's the point of falling when I know I'm only stalling? 'Cause I have to go back home Where I'm just one in the herd, tripping ovеr my words Trying hard to go with the grain Keeping the quirks in my brain I'm on the brink of discovеry, I think But what if I'm dreaming? That's what it seems like 'Cause this girl thinks I'm part of her world And that new territory's scary If I turn the handle, am I asking for a scandal? Should I try to be ordinary? Baah! I've always been a little odd The only pea inside the pod That's not an expression, I'm guessing, oh well God, see? that's exactly what I mean! I'm just as awkward as I seem Plus she makes me nervous, I hope she can't tell What is it she sees in this cluster clump of me Or could it maybe be I'm going crazy? And hey, who am I kidding? This isn't some sweet beginning Just a detour to the end Then back to the herd, tripping over my words Trying hard to go with the grain Keeping the quirks in my brain I'm on the brink of discovery, I think But what if I'm dreaming? Do I rewind? Induce amnesia? Pretend I didn't see her? Succumb to stupid fear Or just believe in my heart? Why play a part? Why follow the herd? Why not trust in my words? Don't wanna go with the grain! Don't wanna make myself plain? I'm on the brink of rediscovery, I think So what if I'm dreaming? I like the scene that I'm in And this girl is a part of my world The thought of being normal's far more scary I'll be brave and I'll be kind I'll make a choice and change my mind I will mess up all of the time They'll say I'm weird, but I'll be fine I'll be anything but ordinary

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.)