Oh, ooh-ooh, ah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, ah, ooh-ooh I was number one for a while Then you left me for her and it broke my heart Now you say, you think you want me back but you don't know You'll never change your ways Oh oh, who's it gonna be? Oh oh, who's it gonna be? Oh oh, is it gonna be me? When you called me up last night and made me smile It was the first time in months that I heard from you Tell me what you want from me now Is it my turn in line or just a passing thought Oh oh, who's it gonna be? Oh oh, who's it gonna be? Oh oh, is it gonna be me? Oh oh, who's it gonna be? Oh oh, who's it gonna be? Oh oh, ooh oh, who's it gonna be? This time I won't expect too much Because I know at any time you might go back to her While you're here with me, with all my ability I'm gonna love ya 'Cause next time it might be her Oh oh, this time, who's it gonna be? Oh oh, this time, who's it gonna be? Oh oh, this time, is it gonna be me? Oh oh, ooh ooh, who's it gonna be? This time, is it gonna be me, who's it gonna be? Is it gonna be me, who's it gonna be, it's gotta be

I don't need to know just where you're going You don't need to tell me where you've been All we have is here and now and nothing In between Watching the nightfall there goes the sun Walking a sidewalk that comes undone Who's gonna be your girl When all of the boys are gone? And who's gonna stop the world When living is no more fun? When will you wake up From all of the dreams that you make up? And who's gonna be your girl tonight? When you need to find yourself without me I will keep the light on in my heart Just in case you stop to think about me In the dark But you don't want nothing good to last You fill up the fire in your glass Who's gonna be your girl When all of the boys are gone? And who's gonna stop the world When living is no more fun? When will you wake up From all of the dreams that you make up? And who's gonna be your girl tonight? You down the fire It burns a hole Deep inside you Feels so cold I walk the wire And it falls away I tried to find you 'Cause you loved it babe Who's gonna be your girl When all of the boys are gone? And who's gonna stop them world When living is no more fun? When will you wake up From all of the dreams that you make up? And who's gonna be your girl tonight?

When I wake up, well, I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you When I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you When I'm working, yes, I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you And when the money comes in for the work I do I'll pass every single penny on to you But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles To fall down at your door When I'm lonely, well, I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you And when I'm dreaming, well, I know I'm gonna dream I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles To fall down at your door When I come home, oh, I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's coming home to you And when I grow old, well, I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles To fall down at your door

We met at a ski lodge And we fell in love Right by a fire place We shared our first embrace And then inside my heart I felt a fire start It's gonna snow outside The weather will be cold But I'm gonna be warm this winter Each time your lips touch mine They taste like sparkling wine I feel so warm and loved Just 'cause I love you so It's cozy in your arms I'm yours to have and to hold And I'm gonna be wa-ar-ar-m this winter Ice skating on a frozen lake Sleigh riding down a mountain slide Roasting popcorn, dancing 'til the Dawn That was how a new love was bo-or-or-n It's just like make believe Each night is New Year's Eve Each day is Christmas day You make me feel this way It's gonna snow outside The weather will be cold But I'm gonna be wa-ar-ar-m this winter (mm-yeah) It's gonna snow outside The weather will be cold But I'm gonna be wa-ar-ar-m this winter Oh-whoa-whoa, honey, make me warm this winter Hmm baby, make me wa-ar-ar-m this winter Oh-whoa-whoa, ooh you make me warm this winter

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.)