Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son Who will dance on the floor in the round People always told me be careful of what you do And don't go

She don't wanna be a freak no more I know she's a freak (I know that she freakin') I know she a freak (Super freak) So please do not try to run game on me (I'm not a Playstation) Please do not try to run game on me (I'm not a 360)

Let’s go wait out in the fields with the ones we love I could walk out, but I won’t In my mind I am in your arms I wish someone would take my place Can’t face heaven all heavenfaced She’s a griever, my believer It’s not a fever, it’s a freezer I believe

Die and fucking love me Please tell me she won’t change Maybe I should let her go But only when she loves me How can I just let her go Not until she loves me Now die and fucking love me She’s sticking needles in her skin I turn with an ugly grin

Just call this shit HiiiPower Five star dishes, food for thought bitches You can't resist his HiiiPower Throw your hands up for HiiiPower Visions of Martin Luther staring at me Nigga nothing less than HiiiPower Frightening, so fucking frightening Who

Anytime she goes away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone I know, I know, I know, I know, I know And this house just ain't no home It's not warm when she's away And she's always gone too long Wonder this time where she's gone Wonder if she's gone to stay

Where once a heart was beating Nothing but embers glow Our love it serves as kindling To stoke this flames inferno I am hell to thee Down here all shall suffer with me Die purified Rise the ashes to the sky

She got me all hypnotized With her long dark hair And her sexy thighs Baby let me come inside 'Cause she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With the devil smile and her angel eyes And she's hell on heels She walks like she's walking on water

Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is

Lay it on to the dawn Everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone I was born in this hotel Washin' dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Tryin' hard not to think She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah Comin' back from the