Låttexter:
Jones Grace Hurricane

I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees! You keep takin'...my head should be aching! I can see, over candle-light, I'll take care of you, untill you die, I'll be a hurricane

fly (Let me fly) Hurricane -You can?t save a wretch like me- (Let me fly ahhhh ahh - hurricane) (Let me go - ahhh ah Hurricane) Why don't you be a Jones

Pleased to meet you, pleased to have you on my plate your meat is sweet to me your destiny your fate you?re my life support, your life is my sport

(Pop that fly shit, daddy Clark-Clark-Clark-Clark Kent'll make it hot) [Verse 1: Oran "Juice" Jones] Owwwwwww Let me take your time, baby to tell you

bed, But the storm in my skin is the fire where you've been, My waking eyes watch this life begin. Here comes the storm again, love is a hurricane,

to grave x6 Grace Jones I am woman I am sun I can give birth to she I can give birth to son And I can be cool Soft as a breeze I'll be a hurricane Ripping

grave x6 Grace Jones I am woman I am sun I can give birth to she I can give birth to son And I can be cool Soft as a breeze I'll be a hurricane Ripping

to grave x6 Grace Jones I am woman I am sun I can give birth to she I can give birth to son And I can be cool Soft as a breeze I'll be a hurricane Ripping