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-huhKeep it up, keep it upKeep it upSlave to the rhythm
Uh baby
To the rhythmDon't cryYour life is the rhythm
You work to the rhythm
You slaveTo the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
To the rhythmUh, baby
To the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
To the rhythmYou slave to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
To the rhythm, to the rhythm
To the rhythm, to the rhythmTo the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
To the rhythmWork all day as men who know
Work all day to keep the flowTo the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
To the rhythmTo keep the flowTo the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh
To the rhythmBuild on up
Don't break the chain
Sparks will fly
Keep it up, keep it up
See, never stop the action

Keep it upJean-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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