(One, two, everybody go...) (Shut it up.) (Roses are red. Violets are blue. Honey's sweet, just like you.) I have all your records. I have even bought some of them twice Even though my friends in school Think I am wrong to find you cool. I don't care because I know You care about who writes to you. I enjoyed the fan club letter, But an autograph would be better. MICHAEL! I have hear about your bleeding, But I don't believe in reading All of those rumors can't be true. I hope I meet a friend like you. I play Bad until my parents, They tell me: "Go to sleep and dream it." Still I play them soft and low. I sing the words, the ones I know. JACKSON! It feels good to be alive! Bad! Alive!