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Rhythm is both the song's maniacal
And it's demonic charge
It is the original breath
It is the whisper of unremitting demand
What do you still want to be said the singer
What do you think
You can still draw from my lips
Exact presence that no fantasy can represent
Purveyor of the old 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 trenches of rhythm
And an imploring immobility
Ladies and gentlemen
Miss Grace Jones Jones the Rhythm
Slave slave slave
Slave to the rhythm dance to the rhythm
Axe to wood in ancient times
Man machine production line
The fire burns fire burns
With heart beats strong heart beats 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
Never stop never stop
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
Jones The Rhythm Grace Jones