and Care And I'll shake you there (Anywhere you wanna go) Yes I will Nothing can stop this burnin' Desire to be with you Gotta get to you baby Won't you
your shoulders, honey - ooh) I'll be there, I'll be there, whenever you need me, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there
'll take you there (Anywhere you wanna go) Yes, I will, ooh! Nothin' can stop this burnin' desire to be with you Gotta get to you baby Won't you come
honey - ooh) I'll be there, I'll be there, whenever you need me, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there, just call
Michael Jackson Cover If You Call Out Loud Will It Get Inside Through The Heart Of Your Surrender To Your Alibis And You Can Say The Words Like You Understand
wanna be music starlets willing to sell their eggs The two doctors, after rigorous auditioning, picked and purchased Dr. Abesacraben felt that it would be
) I'll be there, I'll be there, whenever you need me, I'll be there Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson. Produced by Michael Jackson. Somebody killed little Susie The girl with the tune, Who sings in the daytime at
you, your whole fear bounced, even your ark ran on you, what you expect niggas to spark candals for you, that gun aint jammed on you, your hearts jammed on you
'll never be alone And you my friend will see, you've got a friend in me Ben, you're always running here and there You feel you're not wanted anywhere If you
pain to reach Then will there be no time for sorrow Then will there be no time for shame Then will there be no time for sorrow Then will there be no
Classic shit like Weather Report or Max Roach Laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes Cannonball Adderley, Eddie Harris, Mill Jackson Like Ron Carter's bass lines will beat you
drive around tryin' to prove you shit Everyone trying to be that bitch But there can only be one bitch, make hits I know I must make y'all sick 'Cause after I spit you
ensure his creation of talent far surpassing the average individual. At the time, one subject of urban myth was the story that Michael Jackson, in a
Oakland you're pimpin', Too Short you're pimpin' Arseno Hall you're pimpin', Eddie Murphy you're pimpin' Jive Records you're pimpin', RCA is pimpin' Top Dogg is pimpin', Michael Jackson
I got a liquid face lift from a fig with big tits And my wrist got twisted by a Brit with fake spit And you don't understand it 'cuz you're not supposed
one night, I got to get you hot and heated Play like Michael Jackson and Beat It One more thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out 'Cause there