grace jones - the fashion show lyrics
jean-paul goude: “she’s born in jamaica, raised in america. and she was really an american girl, i mean, with jamaican parents.”
uh, baby. uh-huh
keep it up, keep it up
keep it up
slave to the rhythm
uh baby
to the rhythm
don’t cry
your life is the rhythm
you work to the rhythm
you slave
to the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
to the rhythm
uh, baby
to the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
to the rhythm
you slave to the rhythm
to the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
to the rhythm, to the rhythm
to the rhythm, to the rhythm
to the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
to the rhythm
work all day as men who know
work all day to keep the flow
to the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
to the rhythm
to keep the flow
to the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
to the rhythm
build on up
don’t break the chain
sparks will fly
keep it up, keep it up
see, never stop the action
keep it up
jean-paul goude: “i mean all black people were just, you know ‘do it to me, sock it to me’ and all that stuff, and there she was, you know, singing ‘la vie en rose’ in french. it was great, you know. so i thought what a wonderful, erm, perspective. no i never saw her at a fashion show.”
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