MICHAEL JACKSON

Ain't the pictures enough, why do you go through so much
To get the story you need, so you can bury me
You've got the people confused, you tell the stories you choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am
You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy
Won't you just let me be
'Cause your cameras can't control, the minds of those who know
That you'll even sell your soul just to get a story sold

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I need my privacy, I need my privacy
So paparazzi, get away from me

Some of you still wonder why, one of my friends had to die
To get a message across, that yet you haven't heard
My friend...

I gave her money
I gave her time
I gave her everything
Inside one heart could find
I gave her passion
My very soul
I gave her promises
And secrets so untold

And she promised me forever
And a day we'd live as one
We made our vows
We'd live a life anew
And she promised me in secret
That she'd love me for all time
It's a promise so untrue
Tell me what will I do

And it doesn't seem to matter
And it doesn't seem right
'Cause the will has brought
No fortune
Still I cry alone at night
Don't you judge of my composure
'Cause I'm lying to myself
And the reason why she left me
Did she find in someone else

(Who is it)
It is a friend...

We pray for our fathers, pray for our mothers
Wishing our families well
We sing songs for the wishing, of those who are kissing
But not for the missing...

Chorus
So this one's for all the lost children
This one's for all the lost children
This one's for all the lost children, wishing them well
And wishing them home

When you sit there addressing, counting your blessings
Biding your time
When you lay me down sleeping and my heart is weeping
Because I'm keeping a place

Chorus
For all the lost children
This is for all the lost children
This one's for all the lost children, wishing them well
And...

This time around
I'll never get bit
Though you really wanna fix me
This time around
you're making me sick
Though you really wanna get me

Somebody's out
Somebody's out to get me
They really wanna fix me, hit me
But this time around
I'm taking no shit
Though you really
wanna get me
You really wanna get me

He really thought
he really had a hold on me
He really thought he really had
They thought they really had control of me
He really thought he really had Control of me
He really thought he really had
They thought they really could control me

This time around
I'll never get bit
Though you really...

Girl, close your eyes
Let that rhythm get into you
Don't try to fight it
There ain't nothin' that you can do
Relax your mind
Lay back and groove with mine
You got to feel that heat
And we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love

I wanna rock with you (all night)
Dance you into day (sunlight)
I wanna rock with you (all night)
We're gonna rock the night away

Out on the floor
There ain't nobody there but us
Girl, when you dance
There's a magic that must be love
Just take it slow
'Cause we got so far to go
When you feel that heat
And we're gonna ride the boogie
Share that beat of love

I wanna rock with you (all night)...

There's something
I have to say to you
If you promise you'll
understand
I cannot contain myself
When in your presence
I'm so humble
Just touch me
Don't hide our love
Woman to man

She's just a lover
Who makes me high
It's worth the giving
It's worth the try
You cannot cleave it
Or put it in the furnace
You cannot wet it
You cannot burn it

She wants to give it
(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to
give it)
Dare me
(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to give it)
She wants to give it

(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to give it)
Yea
(She wants to give it)
(Aahh, she wants to give it)

It's just a feeling
You have...

Michael Jackson has a simple instruction for his personal make-up artist Karen Faye when she prepares him for his appearance on stage. ''Hurt me, hurt me.'' he tells her.
For Jackson, whose latest album BAD has sold millions worldwide, wants to look so good for his fans that his image in a mirror must be so fantastic that is almost hurts.
Karen said: ''It's one of his favorite phrases - he says it all the time. When he wants something to be brilliant, he says, 'HURT ME'.
''Whenever it is a new dance routine, a photographic session or other people's make-up he says,
'Make it look great, Hurt...