MICHAEL

Theres a ghost down in the hall
Theres a ghoul upon the bed
Theres something in the walls
Theres blood up on the stairs
And its floating through the room
And theres nothing I can see
And I know that thats the truth
Because now its onto me

I dont understand it
Hey
I dont understand it!
Aaow

Theres a tappin in the floor
Theres a creak behind the door
Theres a rocking in the chair
But theres no-one sitting there
Theres a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coughin and a yawnin
Where a restless soul is going

Dont understand it
Hey!
Dont understand it
Hey.

And who gave you the right to shake my family?
And...

Told me that you're doin' wrong
Word out shockin' all alone
Cryin' lobo ain't like a man
Throwin' rocks to hide your hands

You ain't done enough for me
You ain't done enough for me
You are disgustin' me
You're aiming just for me
You are disgustin' me
Just want your cut from me
But too bad, too bad

Look who just walked in the place
Dead and stuffy in the face
Look who's standing if you please
Though you tried to bring me to my knees

Too bad too bad about it
Why don't you scream and shout it
Too bad too bad about it
Why don't you just scream and shout it
Too bad too bad about it
Why don't you...

LOS ANGELES – Michael Jackson's glimmering casket took center stage at the Staples Center, sitting for madami than two hours as celebrities memorialized the King of Pop under the watchful eyes of millions. And when the ceremony was over, it was gone.

By law, the golden casket that presumably held Jackson's body should be exactly where his death certificate says it is: back at Forest Lawn Memorial Park Hollywood Hills cemetery, the site of a private family memorial service held before the Staples ceremony. Los Angeles County records ipakita the cemetery as the temporary location, where it must stay...

You went to school to learn, girl
Things you never, never knew before
Like "I" before "E" except after "C"
And why two plus two make four
Now I'm gonna teach you
All about love, dear
Sit yourself down, take a upuan
All you gotta do is repeat after me

ABC, easy as 1 2 3
Ah, simple as Do Re Mi
ABC, 1 2 3
Baby, you and Me Girl

Come on, let me pag-ibig you a little bit
I'm gonna teach you how to sing it out
Come on, come on, come on
Let me ipakita you what it's all about

Reading and writing, 'rithmetic
Are the branches on the learning puno
But listen, without the roots of pag-ibig
Let me tell you, girl
Your...

Michael is a lot like this Disney characters to me. Another thing me and mike have in common. We both pag-ibig disney and we can relate to disney characters.


Michael you are like:
Cinderella or cinderella's prince: you're the only one who would catch my eye at the ball. The only one who I would want to dance with at the ball. A dream really is a wish my puso makes when I'm asleep. I dream of me and you dancing gracefully on the dance floor at the ball. It's so real to me. When I dance with you (in my heart, that is) I say (or sing) to myself, "so this is love" and it is. It is love. Please, Michael....