Michael, Michael, Michael...
What I wouldn't give to just be in your presence... To have our eyes meet. Even if it is just a glance. A glance would be all I need of you. I get farfalle at just the mere thought of you, so if te looked at me... (Ooh, Butterflies!)
Then you'd give me that Smile... The one that shows your pearly white teeth in contrast with your scruptious mocha skin... te look really good dressed in white, did te know that? It's Heavenly. Maybe you're waiting for me, in that white suit and a superiore, in alto hat... When I get home (to Paradise) I'll look around and you'll say, like in that Pepsi commercial, "You looking for me?"
Oh, Michael... te don't know how Badly I want to just Hold your Hand. Your hands are so big! I imagine they're nice and warm, just like your hugs...
Michael, I'm addicted to you. te Rock My World. te Are My Life. te make me Smile.
I want to run my finger through your soft, silky curls. I want to see the world in your eyes. I want to feel your cuore beat. (It must be musical...) I want to feel your breath on my neck. I want to make te feel good.
My God, Michael... te mean so much to me. My every thought is you. Even when I'm focused on different things, like when I'm at school, you're on my mind.
I swear, sometimes I feel that you're with me. It's usually when I get what I call a "Michael High" (The only High I ever want). I get farfalle and chills. te are the only man I want.
te are so amazing.
I want to splash in the pool with you, challenge te to water fights and hide and seek games. I want te to teach me things. I want to get to know you. I want to be your best friend. I just want to stare into your eyes.
Oh, Michael, te make me wanna sing! te make me wanna dance, squeal and Cry! te are the most amazing man in the world. There can NEVER be anyone like you. te are so beautiful and unique. We could make great friends.
I could sing in my tone-deaf voice, and te can sing in your Angel voice, our little diddies and laugh at inside jokes! Have Cibo fights!
Then at the end of the day, we could cuddle up on the divano and watch something. Three Stooges, Pinochio, Peter Pan, whatever we feel like watching.
Then, if your okay with it, I would Amore to just give te a gentle kiss. On those full, soft sweet lips.
Oh, Michael...
I Amore te so much. I can't properly explain. I think I'm in Amore with you.
But I'm only 15, what would I know about Love? I may never data anyone in real-life, but as long as I know I'll see te someday, in Paradise, I don't care. I can't wait to see te Michael...
Oh, Michael...
What I wouldn't give to just be in your presence... To have our eyes meet. Even if it is just a glance. A glance would be all I need of you. I get farfalle at just the mere thought of you, so if te looked at me... (Ooh, Butterflies!)
Then you'd give me that Smile... The one that shows your pearly white teeth in contrast with your scruptious mocha skin... te look really good dressed in white, did te know that? It's Heavenly. Maybe you're waiting for me, in that white suit and a superiore, in alto hat... When I get home (to Paradise) I'll look around and you'll say, like in that Pepsi commercial, "You looking for me?"
Oh, Michael... te don't know how Badly I want to just Hold your Hand. Your hands are so big! I imagine they're nice and warm, just like your hugs...
Michael, I'm addicted to you. te Rock My World. te Are My Life. te make me Smile.
I want to run my finger through your soft, silky curls. I want to see the world in your eyes. I want to feel your cuore beat. (It must be musical...) I want to feel your breath on my neck. I want to make te feel good.
My God, Michael... te mean so much to me. My every thought is you. Even when I'm focused on different things, like when I'm at school, you're on my mind.
I swear, sometimes I feel that you're with me. It's usually when I get what I call a "Michael High" (The only High I ever want). I get farfalle and chills. te are the only man I want.
te are so amazing.
I want to splash in the pool with you, challenge te to water fights and hide and seek games. I want te to teach me things. I want to get to know you. I want to be your best friend. I just want to stare into your eyes.
Oh, Michael, te make me wanna sing! te make me wanna dance, squeal and Cry! te are the most amazing man in the world. There can NEVER be anyone like you. te are so beautiful and unique. We could make great friends.
I could sing in my tone-deaf voice, and te can sing in your Angel voice, our little diddies and laugh at inside jokes! Have Cibo fights!
Then at the end of the day, we could cuddle up on the divano and watch something. Three Stooges, Pinochio, Peter Pan, whatever we feel like watching.
Then, if your okay with it, I would Amore to just give te a gentle kiss. On those full, soft sweet lips.
Oh, Michael...
I Amore te so much. I can't properly explain. I think I'm in Amore with you.
But I'm only 15, what would I know about Love? I may never data anyone in real-life, but as long as I know I'll see te someday, in Paradise, I don't care. I can't wait to see te Michael...
Oh, Michael...
