"The King Of Pop"
His Extraordinary Gifts were Shared por All Of Us As He Excited Our Senses With música And Dance, As Exemplified In The epic Albums "Bad","Thriller",And The Sounds And Beat Of "Billie Jean". His Stage Presence Was Always An Extravaganza That At Times Mirrored His Daily Life. He Offered everone His música And amor With a White Gloved Hand Extended Out To All! He Contributed His Time And Treasure To So Many Worthy Causes As He Truly Believed "We Are The World".
We Now Celebrate Michael's Life's Work As We Reach Out And Eternally Hold That Gloved Hand And Remember Him Forever In His música - He Made Us Feel So Good. We amor You Michael Jackson .
His Extraordinary Gifts were Shared por All Of Us As He Excited Our Senses With música And Dance, As Exemplified In The epic Albums "Bad","Thriller",And The Sounds And Beat Of "Billie Jean". His Stage Presence Was Always An Extravaganza That At Times Mirrored His Daily Life. He Offered everone His música And amor With a White Gloved Hand Extended Out To All! He Contributed His Time And Treasure To So Many Worthy Causes As He Truly Believed "We Are The World".
We Now Celebrate Michael's Life's Work As We Reach Out And Eternally Hold That Gloved Hand And Remember Him Forever In His música - He Made Us Feel So Good. We amor You Michael Jackson .
Originally posted May 13th 2010 5:30 PM PDT por TMZ Staff
Lisa Marie Presley's desperate plea for fãs to bring mais flores to Michael Jackson's tomb must have fallen on deaf ears -- because as of today the entrance to the tomb was pretty bare.
Michael Jackson's ex-wife complained about too much "empty space" around the singer's tomb on her MySpace page yesterday -- and urged fãs to fill the void with lots of sunflowers ... but obviously that didn't happen.
fãs have since fired back, claiming they've been faithfully doing their part flowers-wise since MJ died last year.
Read more: link
Lisa Marie Presley's desperate plea for fãs to bring mais flores to Michael Jackson's tomb must have fallen on deaf ears -- because as of today the entrance to the tomb was pretty bare.
Michael Jackson's ex-wife complained about too much "empty space" around the singer's tomb on her MySpace page yesterday -- and urged fãs to fill the void with lots of sunflowers ... but obviously that didn't happen.
fãs have since fired back, claiming they've been faithfully doing their part flowers-wise since MJ died last year.
Read more: link
Then Happy came one day, chased my blues away
My life began when Happy smiled
Sweet, like doces to a child
Stay here and amor me just a while
Let sadness see what Happy does
Let Happy be where Sadness was
Happy, that's you
You made my life brand new
lost as a little lam was I, till you came in
My life began when Happy smiled
Sweet, like doces to a child
Stay here and amor me just a while
Let sadness see what Happy does
Let Happy be where Sadness was
(Till now)
Where have I been?
What lifetime was I in?
Suspended between time and space
Lonely until Happy came smiling up at me
Sadness had no choice but to flee
I said a prayer so silently
Let Sadness see what Happy does
Let Happy be where Sadness was
Till now
Happy, yeah yeah
Happy, oehoe happy
happy oh yeah Happy
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She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I don't know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that amor won't wait
Now I've learned that amor needs expression
But I learned too late
And she's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
I kept my amor for her locked deep inside
And It cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
Ooo
!THESE LYRICS ARE OMPLETELY CORRECT!
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry
I don't know whether to live or die
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years she was here
And I took her for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
She's out of my hands
So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that amor won't wait
Now I've learned that amor needs expression
But I learned too late
And she's out of my life
She's out of my life
Damned indecision and cursed pride
I kept my amor for her locked deep inside
And It cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
Ooo
!THESE LYRICS ARE OMPLETELY CORRECT!
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Thriller's famous jacket
