Michael Jackson

Ain't the pictures enough, why do آپ go through so much
To get the story آپ need, so آپ can bury me
You've got the people confused, آپ tell the stories آپ choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am
You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy
Won't آپ 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

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

Some of آپ still wonder why, one of my دوستوں had to die
To get a message across, that yet آپ haven't heard
My 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 ہوم

When آپ sit there addressing, counting your blessings
Biding your time
When آپ lay me down sleeping and my دل 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...

Girl, close your eyes
Let that rhythm get into you
Don't try to fight it
There ain't nothin' that آپ 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 آپ (all night)
Dance آپ into دن (sunlight)
I wanna rock with آپ (all night)
We're gonna rock the night away

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

I wanna rock with آپ (all night)...

There's something
I have to say to you
If آپ 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...

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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 شائقین that his image in a mirror must be so fantastic that is almost hurts.
Karen said: ''It's one of his پسندیدہ 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 یا other people's make-up he says,
'Make it look great, Hurt...