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Say, say, say
What wewe want
But don't play games
With my affection
Take, take, take
What wewe need
But don't leave me
With no direction

All alone
I sit nyumbani kwa the phone
Waiting for you, baby
Through the years
How can wewe stand to hear
My pleading for you, dear
You know I'm crying

Now, go, go, go
Where wewe want
But don't leave me
Here forever
You, you, wewe
Stay away
So long, girl
I see wewe never

What can I do, girl
To get through to wewe
'Cause I upendo you, baby
Standing here
Baptised in all my tears
Baby, through the years
You know I'm crying

You never ever worry
And wewe never shed a tear
You're...

Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .

You'll never make me stay
So take your weight off of me
I know your every move
So won't wewe just let me be
I've been here times before
But I was too blind to see
That wewe seduce every man
This time wewe won't seduce me

She's saying that's ok
Hey baby do what wewe please
I have the stuff that wewe want
I am the thing that wewe need
She looked me deep in the eyes
She's touchin' me so to start
She says there's no turnin' back
She trapped me in her heart

Dirty Diana, nah
Dirty Diana, nah
Dirty Diana, no
Dirty Diana
Let me be!

Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .

She likes the boys in the band...

Janet Jackson took the stage at the BET Awards in Los Angeles looking visibly shaken. Just three days after the death of her brother, Michael, she told the audience after a long pause to gather herself, “My entire family wanted to be here tonight, but it was just too painful. So they elected me to speak with all of you.”

Promising to keep it short, she added, “To you, Michael is an icon, to us, Michael is family. And he will forever live in all of our hearts. On behalf of my family and myself, thank wewe for all of your love, thank wewe for all of your support. We miss him so much. Thank...

I took my baby
On a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes we're one and the same

Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black au white

They print my message
In the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
I ain't sekunde to none

And I told about equality
And it's true
Either you're wrong
Or you're right

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black au white

I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the
Going gets rough
I ain't scared of
Your brother
I ain't scared of no sheets...

Have wewe seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for the world that I come from
'Cause I've been looking around
In the Lost and found of my heart...

No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities...
'Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...
People say I'm not okay
'Cause I upendo such elementary things...

It's been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood I've never known...
Have wewe seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates and adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne...
Before wewe judge me,
try hard to upendo me,
Look...