My Dedication to the King

11:12, Posted by Q's Leagal Plea of Insanity, One Comment


I remember the time when I fell in love, I was a stranger in Moscow and all I wanted to do was heal the world. I was at a jam after I had been working day and night, that’s when I saw this Liberian girl. She moved like a beauty queen from a movie scene, man was she dangerous!


This pretty young thing was such a dancing machine, her body moved in a way that said: give into me. She pointed at me and mouthed to get on the floor, I wanna rock with you. She said her name was Billie Jean from across the scene all I could say was that I was just someone in the dark. She said you are not alone now let’s burn this disco out.


The way we moved was with a force, the force from inside that made you want to scream. Our motions were an earth song, unbreakable yet off the wall. If sweat was blood, then blood was on the dance floor, blood was on the ceiling.


Everytime I looked into her eyes, I could only express Todo Mi Amor Eres Tu. She smiled and said don’t stop till you get enough as she shook her body down to the ground.

The girl gives me butterflies, I told her I was scared of the moon she said you rock my world. Love is not black or white as I promised I’ll be there if she falls again. She wanted to change the world, I felt we are the world.


Now the girl is mine but as a smooth criminal I knew I would always be bad as I found myself in the back with dirty Diana. I swore that Billy Jean was not my lover she’s just a girl that thinks I am the one. Diana gave me the monkey business smile and asked if I wanna be startin something as we eased on down the road.


Now my love is on the line since Billy Jean asked me who is it? Is it a friend of mine? I screamed baby be mine, it’s human nature. Billy Jean told me to beat it.

Now I’m in a constant state of shock because she’s outta my life and all I can do is talk to the man in the mirror and ask him to change his ways.