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 Butterflies at just the mere thought of you, so if you 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... You look really good dressed in white, did you know that? It's Heavenly. Maybe you're waiting for me, in that white suit and a top 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... You 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. You Rock My World. You Are My Life. You 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 heart beat. (It must be musical...) I want to feel your breath on my neck. I want to make you feel good.
My God, Michael... You 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 Butterflies and chills. You are the only man I want.
You are so amazing.
I want to splash in the pool with you, challenge you to water fights and hide and seek games. I want you 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, you make me wanna sing! You make me wanna dance, squeal and Cry! You are the most amazing man in the world. There can NEVER be anyone like you. You are so beautiful and unique. We could make great friends.
I could sing in my tone-deaf voice, and you can sing in your angel voice, our little diddies and laugh at inside jokes! Have food fights!
Then at the end of the day, we could cuddle up on the couch and watch something. Three Stooges, Pinochio, Peter Pan, whatever we feel like watching.
Then, if your okay with it, I would love to just give you a gentle kiss. On those full, soft sweet lips.
Oh, Michael...
I Love you so much. I can't properly explain. I think I'm in Love with you.
But I'm only 15, what would I know about Love? I may never date anyone in real-life, but as long as I know I'll see you someday, in Paradise, I don't care. I can't wait to see you 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 Butterflies at just the mere thought of you, so if you 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... You look really good dressed in white, did you know that? It's Heavenly. Maybe you're waiting for me, in that white suit and a top 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... You 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. You Rock My World. You Are My Life. You 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 heart beat. (It must be musical...) I want to feel your breath on my neck. I want to make you feel good.
My God, Michael... You 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 Butterflies and chills. You are the only man I want.
You are so amazing.
I want to splash in the pool with you, challenge you to water fights and hide and seek games. I want you 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, you make me wanna sing! You make me wanna dance, squeal and Cry! You are the most amazing man in the world. There can NEVER be anyone like you. You are so beautiful and unique. We could make great friends.
I could sing in my tone-deaf voice, and you can sing in your angel voice, our little diddies and laugh at inside jokes! Have food fights!
Then at the end of the day, we could cuddle up on the couch and watch something. Three Stooges, Pinochio, Peter Pan, whatever we feel like watching.
Then, if your okay with it, I would love to just give you a gentle kiss. On those full, soft sweet lips.
Oh, Michael...
I Love you so much. I can't properly explain. I think I'm in Love with you.
But I'm only 15, what would I know about Love? I may never date anyone in real-life, but as long as I know I'll see you someday, in Paradise, I don't care. I can't wait to see you Michael...
Oh, Michael...
