MJ ;)

Somebody killed little Susie
The girl with the tune
Who sings in the daytime at noon
She was there screaming
Beating her voice in her doom
But nobody came to her soon...

A fall down the stairs Her dress torn
Oh the blood in her hair...
A mystery so sullen in air
She lie there so tenderly
Fashioned so slenderly
Lift her with care, Oh the blood in her hair...

Everyone came to see
The girl that now is dead
So blind stare the eyes in her head...
And suddenly a voice from the crowd alisema
This girl lived in vain Her face kubeba such agony, such strain...
But only the man from inayofuata door
Knew Little Susie...

Your butt is mine
Gonna tell wewe right
Just onyesha your face
In broad daylight
I'm telling you
On how I feel
Gonna hurt your mind
Don't shoot to kill
Come on,
Come on,
Lay it on me
All right . . .

I'm giving you
On count of three
To onyesha your stuff
Or let it be . . .
I'm telling you
Just watch your mouth
I know your game
What you're about

Well they say the sky's the limit
And to me that's really true
But my friend wewe have seen nothing
Just wait 'til I get through . . .

Because I'm bad, I'm bad -, come on
Bad bad-really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad - wewe know it
Bad bad-really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm...

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...

Hee-Hee!
Ooh!
Go On Girl!
Aaow!

Hey Pretty Baby With The
High Heels On
You Give Me Fever
Like I've Never, Ever Known
You're Just A Product Of
Loveliness
I Like The Groove Of
Your Walk,
Your Talk, Your Dress
I Feel Your Fever
From Miles Around
I'll Pick wewe Up In My Car
And We'll Paint The Town
Just Kiss Me Baby
And Tell Me Twice
That You're The One For Me

The Way wewe Make Me Feel
(The Way wewe Make Me Feel)
You Really Turn Me On
(You Really Turn Me On)
You Knock Me Off Of My Feet
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
My Lonely Days Are Gone
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)

I Like The Feelin' You're
Givin' Me
Just Hold Me Baby And I'm
In...

She always takes it with a moyo of stone
'Cause all she does
It throws it back to me
I've spent a lifetime looking for someone
Don't try to understand me
Just simply do the things I say

Love is a feeling
Give it when I want it
'Cause I'm on fire
Quench my desire
Give it when I want it
Talk to me, woman
Give in to me
Give in to me

You always knew just how to make me cry
And never did I ask wewe maswali why
It seems wewe get your kicks from hurting me
Don't try to understand me
Because your words just aren't enough

Love is a feeling
Quench my desire
Give it when I want it
Taking me higher
Love is a woman
I don't wanna...

Michael Jackson is a Legend, and how people could think he would ever abuse children I don't know. He's the best dancer in the world, and singer. When he became famous he didn't become vain, he gave zaidi than any other person in the world I know. He even made songs for charities, and songs to make people think about how much they do themselves. Songs such as: The Earth Song, heal the world, etc . . . Why would a man that gave soooo much to children, suddenly change and abuse them? Well the answer to that is, it's not possible, not for such a great man like Michael Jackson anyway. He gave us...

Welcome to Hollywood
That's what they told you
A child nyota in Hollywood
That's what they sold you
Grace with beauty, charm and talent
You would do what wewe were told
But they robbed wewe of your childhood
Took your youth and sold it for gold

Elizabeth, I upendo you
You're every nyota that shines in the world to me
Elizabeth, can't wewe see that it's true
Elizabeth, I upendo you
You're zaidi than just a nyota to me

Lovely Elizabeth
You have surpassed them all
My friend Elizabeth
Learned to outlast them all
Many started back when wewe did
Lost their way and now they're gone
But look at you, a true survivor
Full of life and...

(Naku penda piya-naku taka piya-mpenziwe)
(I upendo wewe too-I want wewe too-my love)

Liberian girl . . .
You came and wewe changed my world
A upendo so brand new
Liberian girl . . .
You came and wewe changed me girl
A feeling so true
Liberian girl
You know that wewe came
And wewe changed my world,
Just like in the movies,
With two lovers in a scene
And she says . . .
"Do wewe upendo me"
And he says so endlessly . . .
"I upendo you, Liberian girl"

(Naku penda piya-naku taka piya-mpenziwe)
(I upendo wewe too-I want wewe too-my love)

Liberian girl . . .
More precious than any pearl
Your upendo so complete
Liberian girl . . .
You kiss me...

"Billie Jean" Written and composed kwa Michael Jackson.

She was zaidi like a beauty Queen from a movie scene
I alisema don't mind, but what do wewe mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

She alisema I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round
She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what wewe do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who wewe love
And be careful of what wewe do...

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight wewe see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before wewe make it
You start to freeze as horror looks wewe right between the eyes
You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save wewe from the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for life inside a killer, thriller tonight

You hear a door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes...

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...

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...

Michael Jackson
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Michael Jackson


At the White House in 1990
Background information
Birth name Michael Joseph Jackson
Born August 29, 1958(1958-08-29)
Gary, Indiana, United States
Died June 25, 2009 (aged 50)
Holmby Hills, Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Pop, R&B, rock, soul
Occupation(s) Singer-songwriter, record producer, musical arranger, dancer, choreographer, actor, author, businessman, financier, philanthropist, inventor
Instrument(s)...