Michael!

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 chercher 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...

(Naku penda piya-naku taka piya-mpenziwe)
(I l’amour toi too-I want toi too-my love)

Liberian girl . . .
You came and toi changed my world
A l’amour so brand new
Liberian girl . . .
You came and toi changed me girl
A feeling so true
Liberian girl
You know that toi came
And toi changed my world,
Just like in the movies,
With two amoureux in a scene
And she says . . .
"Do toi l’amour me"
And he says so endlessly . . .
"I l’amour you, Liberian girl"

(Naku penda piya-naku taka piya-mpenziwe)
(I l’amour toi too-I want toi too-my love)

Liberian girl . . .
More precious than any pearl
Your l’amour so complete
Liberian girl . . .
You Kiss me...

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 favori 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 ou other people's make-up he says,
'Make it look great, Hurt...