Ladies And Gentleman: Miss Grace Jones

Slave to the rhythm
Oh, baby
I'm just playin' around, baby

Work all day, as men who know
Wheels must turn to keep the flow
Build on up, don't break the chain
Sparks will fly when the whistle blows

Never stop the action
Keep it up, keep it up
Never stop the action
Keep it up

Work to the rhythm
Live to the rhythm
Love to the rhythm
Slave to the rhythm

Axe to wood in ancient times
Man machine, power line
Fire burn, hearts beat strong
Sing out loud the chain gang song

Never stop the action
Oh, keep it up, keep it up
Never stop the action
Come on, keep it up

Breathe to the rhythm
Dance to the rhythm
Work to the rhythm
Live to the rhythm
Love to the rhythm
You slave to the rhythm
Oh, baby, ahh

Don't cry, it's only the rhythm

I've opened myself now
And I've accepted it, finally, that this is all of me
And all these signs make up what I am
And either I live with it or I don't live with
Whether I like it or not

We live to the rhythm
And we work to the rhythm
Love to the rhythm
Slave to the rhythm

And now, ladies and gentlemen, here's Grace!

Slave
To the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm

Slave to the rhythm
Slave to the rhythm, to the rhythm (ah!)

I'm sure a lot of people expect you to be very intimidating, but I think you're great fun
Thank you very much, Grace (thank you, thank you)
All the best for things (thanks, Paul)
Maybe we should kill her, and then we write, we do a film about the life of Grace Jones
Are you saying in a way that the only reality for you is, is you?

Ha-ha-ha-ha, I'm not sure I wanna answer that one

Why not? Is it too true or too banal? (well, ha-ha)
Do you know what I mean?
For you, you're the center of the universe, is that what you're saying?

Yes, yes, mhm
I'd say so
And you?



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Charles Horn, Simon Darlow, Stephen James Lipson, Bruce Martin Woolley
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