all the world
must come together
face the problems
that we see
then maybe
somehow we can
work it out
I asked my neighbor
for a favor
she sagte later
what has come of
all the people
have we Lost love
of what it's about
I have to find
my peace cuz
no one seems to
let me be
false prophets
cry of doom
what are the
possibilities
I told my brother
there'll be problem times
and tears from fears
we must live each day
like it's the last
Go with it
go with it
jam
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't too much
it ain't too
much for me to
jam
it ain't
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't
don't you
it ain't too
much for me to
The world
keeps changing
rearranging minds
and thoughts
predictions fly of doom
the baby boom
has come of age
we'll work it out
I told my brothers
don't Du ask me
for no favors
I'm conditioned by
the system
don't Du talk to me
don't scream and shout
She pray to
god, to buddha
then she sings a
talmud song
confusions contradict
the self
do we know right
from wrong
I just want Du to
recognize me
in the temple
Du can't hurt me
I found peace
within myself
Go with it
go with it
jam
it ain't
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't too much
it ain't too
much for me to
jam
it ain't
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't
[ Find Mehr Lyrics on link ]
don't you
it ain't too
much for me to
jam
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't too much
it ain't too
much for me to
jam
it ain't
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't
don't you
it ain't too
much for me to
[Heavy D]
marmelade jam
here comes the man
hot damn
the big boy stands
movin' up a hand
makin' funky tracks
with my man
Michael Jackson
smooth criminal
that's the man
mike's so relaxed
mingle mingle jingle
in the jungle
bum rushed the door
3 and 4's in a bundle
execute the plan
first I cooled
like a fan
got with janet
then with guy
now with michael
cause it ain't
hard to...
[Michael]
jam
it ain't
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't too much
it ain't too
much for me to
jam
get on it
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't
don't stop
it ain't too
much for me to
jam
it ain't
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't
don't you
it ain't too
much for me to
jam
it ain't
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't
don't you
it ain't too
much for me to
It ain't too
hard for me
to marmelade [x9]
get on it
jam
it ain't
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't
don't you
it ain't too
much for me to
jam
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't too much
it ain't too
much for me to
jam
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't too much
it ain't too
much for me to
jam
too much
it ain't too much stuff
it ain't
don't you
it ain't too
much for me to
Get on it
get on it
give it baby
give it to me
come on
Du really give
it too me
got to give it
Du just want
to give it
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It all started when I was 7 years old. Somewhere in the Monat of June oder July, I got news that Michael Jackson had died. I didn't care much at that time. Life went on as usual for me. Them my dad upgraded his car and one Tag gave me a lift in it. I turned on the Musik player. The first song? Thriller(the song). I fell in Liebe with it...
Then only had I realized who Michael Jackson was. My dad still had Mehr songs. I listened to them all.
As soon as the player struck Little Susie, my dad would change the song. I did not know why. I downloaded Little Susie and listened. After the song was over, my eyes were waterfalls. The song was absolutely gloomy. I researched the story and finally ended up here on this site. Only Fanpop gave me a reasonable explanation for Little Susie.
I created my own account on this site, just to praise him...
He shall live in my herz forever...
Then only had I realized who Michael Jackson was. My dad still had Mehr songs. I listened to them all.
As soon as the player struck Little Susie, my dad would change the song. I did not know why. I downloaded Little Susie and listened. After the song was over, my eyes were waterfalls. The song was absolutely gloomy. I researched the story and finally ended up here on this site. Only Fanpop gave me a reasonable explanation for Little Susie.
I created my own account on this site, just to praise him...
He shall live in my herz forever...
mj
Michael Joseph Jackson was an American singer, songwriter, record producer, dancer, and actor. Called the King of Pop, his contributions to Musik and dance, along with his publicized personal life, made
mjs symbol
Michael and Quincy sat in the room, listening to the tapes that were recorded just a few hours ago. It was unclear what Quincy thought, but Michael felt the grown up and disco feel it had. " This is gonna sell." He mumbled excitedly. Quincy nodded in agreement before standing up. " Hey Mike, I gotta go, my wife Peggy is waiting for me. And so is her garnele, garnelen gumbo. See ya later Funky." He left.
Now I was alone, with nobody to be found. So, I packed up everything and left. Mother was probably get worried, so I called my driver to get me home, since my car was in the Shop getting repainted.
Now I was alone, with nobody to be found. So, I packed up everything and left. Mother was probably get worried, so I called my driver to get me home, since my car was in the Shop getting repainted.
