Jada now
I grunt while dragging my drunken sister Jada out of the bar. My hand is shoved in my gonna pocket, shuffling around for the keys to my Ford Cantina. Times like this is when I wish that Jada was never my sister. She's an underage drinker and my mom has done nothing to stop it. It's not like she would anyway; she's always with her ' boyfriend ' James.
When I opened the car door, I slid Jada in the backseat, when she starts to mumble under her breath. As I come closer, her breath hits me in the face 5 secondi before her face was close to mine.
My nose crinkles up in disgust before backing away. " My god, Jada, mouthwash please!" She frowns with protest. " What? It's not like I'm far from the drinking age! It's 4,278 and I'm 17. That's what; three numbers apart?"
I roll my eyes. " te do some crazy things, te know that?" Jada laughs sarcastically. " Me? Do crazy things? Ha, te should see yourself. te had a relationship with Michael Jackson, now that was crazy."
A rush of sadness runs through my body. I haven't seen Michael since 1974 when I moved from LA to Manhattan. Ever since we met, I was the bait for the media for two years. domande like " Is it true that te were involved with Michael?" " Are te a prostitute trying to get money?" and " Are te Michael's girlfriend?" were domande that lingered around a lot. I wonder how he's doing...
Jaycee now
She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh o cry
I don't know whether to live o die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that Amore won't wait
Now I've learned that Amore needs expression
But I learned too late
She's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
Kept my Amore for her locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh o cry
I don't know whether to live o die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that Amore won't wait
Now I've learned that Amore needs expression
But I learned too late
She's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
Kept my Amore for her locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
Michael Jackson;
A great Mind,
There's only one of its Kind,
A great Heart,
Forever dear to us as he played his Part,
A voice like no Other,
His Musica much like a secret Lover,
His talent Unique,
No other could ever copy his Technique,
king of pop,
The titolo of respect; Musica Rocks
Him they Misunderstood,
But regardless,on his feet he stood,
Him they Misjudged,
But at heart, he was loved,
Michael Jackson we Love,
He was as Precious as a fragile dove,
Michael Jackson we Miss,
Blessed with him we were,
Michael Jackson a living legend,
Michael Jackson we will never forget
xx R.I.P michaell!
Amore youxxx
A great Mind,
There's only one of its Kind,
A great Heart,
Forever dear to us as he played his Part,
A voice like no Other,
His Musica much like a secret Lover,
His talent Unique,
No other could ever copy his Technique,
king of pop,
The titolo of respect; Musica Rocks
Him they Misunderstood,
But regardless,on his feet he stood,
Him they Misjudged,
But at heart, he was loved,
Michael Jackson we Love,
He was as Precious as a fragile dove,
Michael Jackson we Miss,
Blessed with him we were,
Michael Jackson a living legend,
Michael Jackson we will never forget
xx R.I.P michaell!
Amore youxxx
What Michael wore
