Tekster:
Elvis Jackson You And I

on the streets, sleeping on the floor? I feel their heart beats. You and I we got to go, you and I we got to go! I got to reach this place and I got

when I go to sleep at night my dream begins when I walk outside now I'm on stage and I feel like I'm looking through Michael Jacksons eyes stories, rumours and

get you Lay back son, you just might explode If that fever starts to get you Lay back son, you just might explode Look out... And they called us rockabillies

tops, flip flops and dress socks Rang dang when he came with the questions Boy, you were young and how goin? for the Lexus I?m sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I

we got gazillions *You wear the pants I'll wear the glove and LOVE the children +I'll teach you scientology Move to Memphis Tennessee *I swear we'

, why you frontin' My raggamuffin', c'mon, help me wit' somethin' You like me, I can tell by your wicked actions I wanna rock wit' you like Michael Jackson

t care You can ask and plea, please, please, please work And all your love is there to stay These hearts of stone will cause you pain Although you love

I never have a dream when I go to sleep at night my dream begins when I walk outside now I?m on stage and I feel like I?m looking through Michael Jacksons

And if it's for me Then its foreign I mean my cars, I mean my clothes I mean my hos, I mean my flows You dress different round then me I'ma clean your