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It is morning in a Manhattan disco, and Michael Jackson — who owns perhaps the most scrutinized face in America — is smiling warily for a roomful of strangers. Jackson has come to New York for two weeks of near–continuous hubbub, which will include three sold–out concerts at Madison Square Garden and highly anticipated appearances on the thirtieth annual Grammy Awards program (his first televisheni performance since the 1983 Motown 25 show) and at a benefit chajio, chakula cha jioni for the United Negro College Fund. This morning, though, he is performing the one chore that he reportedly dreads most —...

Another siku has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never alisema goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did wewe have to go
And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did upendo slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That wewe are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay

But wewe are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
But wewe are not alone

'Lone, 'lone
Why, 'lone

Just the other night
I thought I heard wewe cry
Asking me to come
And hold wewe in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear...

She's got the look
She's so fine
And wewe know damn well
The girl will be mine
She got the breaks
She's a scene
And wewe know damn well
She gives it to me

Black jeans
And a turtleneck sweater
I know the girl is fakin'
'Cause I've seen her look better
She composition
She statistical fact
Got it ready for the willing
Got it kickin' at the back

She got the look
(She's got the look)
(Wanna know better)
She's got the look
(She's got the look)
(She's driving me wild)
(She's got the look)
(Wanna know better)
She's got the look
(She's got the look)
(She's driving me wild)

Come to the place, shoktacy
And wewe know damn well
You know...