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Setting: Michael is in a store when a man and his wife aproach him.

Man: You!
Michael: Me?
Man: Yeah you! ive heard some things about you!. (Man says rudely)
Michael: Oh really? (Michael is clearly unfazed).
Man: Yeah i heard bạn like to sleep in a hyperberic chamber and bạn are a kid stuck in a mans body and that you're weird.
Michael: Well if im so weird then why do all these women including bạn wife wanna sleep with me?"
Man: Please my wife would never sleep with you.
Man's Wife: (who's staring at michael in a daze) Oh i would tình yêu to sleep with you. (licks her lips.
Man: Honey!
Michael: See told bạn so.

Scene.
It's noon, and somewhere in the San Fernando Valley, the front shades of a row of condos are lowered against a hazy glare. Through the metal gate, the courtyard is silent, except for the distant splat of a đài phun nước against its plastic basin. Then comes the chilling whine of a real-life Valley girl. "Grandmuther. I am not gonna walk a whole block. It's bumid. My hair will be brillo."

And the soothing counterpoint of maternal encouragement: "Be good pup, Jolie. Make for mama."

All along the courtyard's trimmed inner paths, poodles waddle about trailing poodle-cut ladies on màu hồng, hồng leashes.

"Not what...
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posted by mj_yana_girl
Background Info
Written bởi Michael Sembello, MJ originally recorded this song for his 1982 album, Thriller, but failed to make the final track listing when "Human Nature" was chosen instead.

It's also known as 'Circus Girl'.

It was unreleased until October 2001, when an edited version was added to the expanded, special edition of the Thriller album as one of the three bonus tracks.

Full version bởi Michael can be found on the Italian Edition of the "King Of pop - Best Of Album" released in october 2008.

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The Lyrics
She's from a world
Of bắp rang bơ, bỏng ngô and candy
Pony rides...
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posted by Beatit
Live and sigh, crying eyes
Your touch, your heart, your warmth, your lullaby
Live to dream, don't it seem
The tears, the pain, the hurt, reality


Don't bạn know these dreams, I wish could be
The real bạn and me
I come running back to you
bạn push me away, bạn push
Push me away


Darken days, please go away
The nights are bright, delight dream, and stay
As I dream loving you
Your touch, your heart, your warmth, please come true
Don't bạn know these dreams, I wish could be
The real bạn and me
I come running back to you
bạn push me away, bạn push
Push me away


Don't bạn know these dreams, I wish could be
The real bạn and me
I come running back to you
bạn push me away, bạn push
bạn push me away
Skin head
Dead head
Everybody Gone bad
Situation Aggravation
Everybody Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody Dog thực phẩm
Bang bang Shock dead
Everybody's Gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Beat me Hate me
You can never Break me
Will me Thrill me
You can never Kill me
Jew me Sue me
Everybody Do me
Kick me Kike me
Don't bạn Black hoặc white me

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and...
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Michael can’t sleep as he sits on his đi văng with The Twilight Zone running in the background of the television. It seems like lately, he can’t sleep and it seems to be getting worse as he gets older. His mind wanders with thoughts, fears, hopes, and of course music. Well, that’s what his mind usually is thinking about, tonight it’s about Holly. Michael can’t seem to erase the thought of them kissing each other and how it felt tonight. One thing was for certain; he wanted thêm and it intimidated him. He looks at his watch that reads three thirty a.m. The only other person who would...
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The booming sounds of rhythmic beats pound in Westlake Studio A as cây ô rô, hoa huệ, holly sits at the mixing board. Her long hair pulled back in a ponytail as the những người hâm mộ are on full blast to beat out the hot Californian summer heat wave of 1979. Even in her giống cúc, daisy duke shorts and tank top, she can still feel her skin sticking to the vinyl chair. As the beats go she sits with paper in front of her and writes corresponding lyrics that come to her, sometimes humming, others hát out loud. The time in her studio was her saving grace lately; especially her and Michael haven’t been as close lately, not bởi Michael’s...
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