Michael's peminat-peminat

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

We Cinta anda Michael came from the crowd
They were on their feet and they were loud
Besides feeling great joy I was very proud
As the smoke faded into a dissipating awan
His brothers left and there was just him
Still looking witty, smart and trim
He was still an absolute rock and roll gem
And he had that R and B soul inside of him
He broke out with a favorite: "Billie Jean"
And from all over there came a great scream
It was like being in some kind of dream
He did the moonwalk and the moonwalk was mean
Again we Cinta anda Michael came from the crowd
He had emerged into the light from a very dark...

Culling a playlist from an artist as estimable and earth-shaking as Michael Jackson is a monumental task. There's always going to be the one that got away — the shoulda-been classic that got dwarfed simply because his classics were just too towering to allow any runner-ups. But whether chart-topper atau quiet victory, what stands out about the best Michael Jackson songs is how the Muzik mostly cleared the way for his outsized personality. His vocal style was marvelously flexible, often favoring simple attack over cheap pyrotechnics, and he applied it to some of the most indelible melodies ever...

I was wandering in the rain
Mask of life, feelin' insane
Swift and sudden fall from grace
Sunny days seem far away
Kremlin's shadow belittlin' me
Stalin's tomb won't let me be
On and on and on it came
Wish the rain
would just let me be

How does it feel
(How does it feel)
How does it feel
(How does it feel)
When you're alone And you're cold inside

Here abandoned in my fame
Armageddon of the brain
KGB was doggin' me
Take my name and just let me be
Then a begger boy called my name
Happy days will drown the pain
On and on and on it came
And again, and again, and again...
Take my name and just let...