Michael Jackson

Don't be ignorant

Please don't stare

When comes to little childrens

You know I care

With my womanly looks

And shiny white glove

I like to play with them

And give'em hugs

They sleep in my house

They sleep in my bed

And still people say

Somethings wrong with my head

I'm living my childhood

One day at a time

Just playing with the childrens

And I'm punished with a crime