all the things you are,are mine yeah yeah. all the things you are,are mine,some day my arms will hold you now. all the things you are gonna be mine.
you All the things you are, come to mine All the things you are, come to mine All the things you are, come to mine All the things you are, come to mine
Översättning: Michael Jackson. Alla de saker du är.
you've got Things you've done to me, are coming back to you You know just what I've done, the things you've done to me I'm the blue gangsta What you
madness all about? All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout Throw my hands up and shout What's this madness all about? All this
you walking if you walking my way im that red bull now lets fly away lets find a place wit all kinds of space ill let you be the judge and (and) im the
I like the way you walk and if you walking my way I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away Let's buy a place with all kind of space I let you be the judge
got a chain moonwalkin', Michael Jackson time I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine My pocket all swoll', my rims all
hold Each other till we see the sunlight. So if you just hold my hand, baby, I promise that I'll do all I can Things will get better if you just hold
stops your heart You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes You'
way you walk it And if your walkin my way I'm that red bull And lets fly away Lets find a place With all kinds of space I'll let you be the judge And
are Polo You say "Oh no" you bitch ass homo I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time Sick-ass brother
's a skeezer, there's no need for chit or chat her body looks (log?), kinda good, yeah, but as for her face, Jabba The Hut I shoulda played Michael Jackson
's what's wrong fellas You're all chickens and for doers getting jealous Fail one bang 'em Rumble and all buggin' All different names but all the same buggin' Maybe you
] Oh Dr Dre. Or should I say Dr Gay. You are very bad man, you diss the wrong motherfucker. You think Osama won't diss you black biaaatch. [verse 1:] Things
there was more But you won't recall Cause Michael Jackson squeezed up On some little kids balls What you consider DRAMA Ain't all that It's just that
myself like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you ready for action? Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt Make up your mind, who you want
