~BAD TOUR,AFTER THE CONCERT~

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

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

I wanna rock with tu (all night)...

At 7:55 a.m., an usher at the glass doors outside Staples Center in Los Angeles had a message for the thousands already gathering for the day's public memorial for Michael Jackson. "We are aware of your sorrow!" he announced in deep, affectionate tones. "We are aware of your pain! And we are aware of your joy!"

The man in the purple polo camisa, camiseta then instructed ticket-holders how to line up, and that fans would have to leave their flores and other "gifts" on a mesa, tabla outside the arena, all while insisting that "it is our pleasure, it is our privilege to welcome tu ..." It was a moment of genuine...

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

In this world there's much confusion
And I've tasted the city life and it's not for me
Now I do dream of distant places
Where I don't know, but it's destiny


If it's the rich life, I don't want it
Happiness ain't always material things


I want destiny
It's the place for me
Give me the simple life
I'm getting away from here
Let me be free, let me be me


I'm a man that's for all seasons
What the city offers me ain't naturally
I look to greet the stars
But there's no stars to see
Gonna buscar this world until I find my destiny


If it's the rich life, I don't want it
Happiness ain't always material things
I want destiny...

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