Michael, Michael, Michael...
What I wouldn't give to just be in your presence... To have our eyes meet. Even if it is just a glance. A glance would be all I need of you. I get papillons at just the mere thought of you, so if toi looked at me... (Ooh, Butterflies!)
Then you'd give me that Smile... The one that shows your pearly white teeth in contrast with your scruptious mocha skin... toi look really good dressed in white, did toi know that? It's Heavenly. Maybe you're waiting for me, in that white suit and a haut, retour au début hat... When I get accueil (to Paradise) I'll look around and you'll say, like in that Pepsi commercial, "You looking for me?"
Oh, Michael... toi don't know how Badly I want to just Hold your Hand. Your hands are so big! I imagine they're nice and warm, just like your hugs...
Michael, I'm addicted to you. toi Rock My World. toi Are My Life. toi make me Smile.
I want to run my finger through your soft, silky curls. I want to see the world in your eyes. I want to feel your cœur, coeur beat. (It must be musical...) I want to feel your breath on my neck. I want to make toi feel good.
My God, Michael... toi mean so much to me. My every thought is you. Even when I'm focused on different things, like when I'm at school, you're on my mind.
I swear, sometimes I feel that you're with me. It's usually when I get what I call a "Michael High" (The only High I ever want). I get papillons and chills. toi are the only man I want.
toi are so amazing.
I want to splash in the pool with you, challenge toi to water fights and hide and seek games. I want toi to teach me things. I want to get to know you. I want to be your best friend. I just want to stare into your eyes.
Oh, Michael, toi make me wanna sing! toi make me wanna dance, squeal and Cry! toi are the most amazing man in the world. There can NEVER be anyone like you. toi are so beautiful and unique. We could make great friends.
I could sing in my tone-deaf voice, and toi can sing in your Angel voice, our little diddies and laugh at inside jokes! Have nourriture fights!
Then at the end of the day, we could cuddle up on the canapé and watch something. Three Stooges, Pinochio, Peter Pan, whatever we feel like watching.
Then, if your okay with it, I would l’amour to just give toi a gentle kiss. On those full, soft sweet lips.
Oh, Michael...
I l’amour toi so much. I can't properly explain. I think I'm in l’amour with you.
But I'm only 15, what would I know about Love? I may never rendez-vous amoureux, date anyone in real-life, but as long as I know I'll see toi someday, in Paradise, I don't care. I can't wait to see toi Michael...
Oh, Michael...
What I wouldn't give to just be in your presence... To have our eyes meet. Even if it is just a glance. A glance would be all I need of you. I get papillons at just the mere thought of you, so if toi looked at me... (Ooh, Butterflies!)
Then you'd give me that Smile... The one that shows your pearly white teeth in contrast with your scruptious mocha skin... toi look really good dressed in white, did toi know that? It's Heavenly. Maybe you're waiting for me, in that white suit and a haut, retour au début hat... When I get accueil (to Paradise) I'll look around and you'll say, like in that Pepsi commercial, "You looking for me?"
Oh, Michael... toi don't know how Badly I want to just Hold your Hand. Your hands are so big! I imagine they're nice and warm, just like your hugs...
Michael, I'm addicted to you. toi Rock My World. toi Are My Life. toi make me Smile.
I want to run my finger through your soft, silky curls. I want to see the world in your eyes. I want to feel your cœur, coeur beat. (It must be musical...) I want to feel your breath on my neck. I want to make toi feel good.
My God, Michael... toi mean so much to me. My every thought is you. Even when I'm focused on different things, like when I'm at school, you're on my mind.
I swear, sometimes I feel that you're with me. It's usually when I get what I call a "Michael High" (The only High I ever want). I get papillons and chills. toi are the only man I want.
toi are so amazing.
I want to splash in the pool with you, challenge toi to water fights and hide and seek games. I want toi to teach me things. I want to get to know you. I want to be your best friend. I just want to stare into your eyes.
Oh, Michael, toi make me wanna sing! toi make me wanna dance, squeal and Cry! toi are the most amazing man in the world. There can NEVER be anyone like you. toi are so beautiful and unique. We could make great friends.
I could sing in my tone-deaf voice, and toi can sing in your Angel voice, our little diddies and laugh at inside jokes! Have nourriture fights!
Then at the end of the day, we could cuddle up on the canapé and watch something. Three Stooges, Pinochio, Peter Pan, whatever we feel like watching.
Then, if your okay with it, I would l’amour to just give toi a gentle kiss. On those full, soft sweet lips.
Oh, Michael...
I l’amour toi so much. I can't properly explain. I think I'm in l’amour with you.
But I'm only 15, what would I know about Love? I may never rendez-vous amoureux, date anyone in real-life, but as long as I know I'll see toi someday, in Paradise, I don't care. I can't wait to see toi Michael...
Oh, Michael...
