LYRIC FOR SALE

By Bonnie208

MICHAEL JACKSON LADY IN RED

I was forty-six years old as time flew
it was a sunny day of joyousness.
Spent the whole day and night at the O2
arena in London with consciousness.

I wrote a little and had some salad
I was excited in a dream so bright.
I could not have known better in method.
He made me the theme of the night, His night.

CHORUS
I was Michael Jackson’s Lady in red
I was his Lady in red, His Princess
It was a great night, the Lady in red.
I was in a dreamy diamond red dress.

BRIDGE
I was his Billboard theme with picture spread
I wore red and Arab diamond leggings
I was his girl of his nights, His childhood
I was the speechless red girl with screenings.

REFRAIN
Walked backwards like in Moonwalk countryside
When dreaming, you will find that you are in
many worlds but of course you must decide
which world you’ve come from firstly and within.

NARRATION
Had lots of carefree dreams with no decrees
but it was a distinct red night all through
He noticed me; he had invited me.
I was in my best red dress and red shoes
He appeared to be so proud of my pie
I recall starring at him as he watched,
he was a good watcher and so was I.
He kept me standing, watched me like top-notch
This dream is dripping, gripping, not stopping.
It’s wheeling like a lottery win dream
There may be external forces moving
this dream for I’m now in the cold esteem
I am now in a long pink cardigan
in front of Michael with no perigon
I am now thirty-five years old again
still Michael Jackson’s Lady in red dew
with a rich pink bag, he had bought for me
we fly into the Arabian views.