Michael Jackson

Your butt is mine
Gonna tell te right
Just mostra 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 mostra 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 te 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 - te know it
Bad bad-really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm...

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 più 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...

There's a ghost down in the hall
There's a ghoul under the bed
There's something in the walls
There's blood up on the stairs
And it's floating through the room
And there's nothing I can see
And I know that that's the truth
Because now it's onto me

I don't understand it
Hey!
I don't understand it!
Aaow!

There's a tappin' in the floor
There's a creak behind the door
There's a rocking in the chair
But there's no-one sitting there
There's a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coughin' and a yawnin'
Where a restless soul is going

Don't understand it
Hey!
Don't understand it
Hey.

And who gave te the right...

She was più like a beauty
queen from a movie scene
I detto don't mind, but what do
you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in
the round
She detto I am the one 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 te do
And don't go around breaking
young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be
careful of who te love
And be careful of what you
do 'cause the lie becomes
the truth

Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl...

The seven dwarfs are singing. Their voices are floating out of speakers hidden among the trees and lush flora surrounding Michael Jackson's mansion, in Neverland Valley — his 2700-acre, $22 million oasis in the Santa Ynez Valley, an ora north of Santa Barbara, California. "Michael's very own Xanadu," as his friend director John Landis puts it.

At Neverland, Jackson has created a secluded and secure environment far from businessmen, attorneys, managers, music-television-channel VIPs and even members of his immediate family. Here he can stand in front of his house and the only sounds to hear...