Billie Jean
The world warned me, "Mind your tracks,
Don't break those hearts or look for lacks."
My mother said, "Be careful, son,
A lie becomes the truth when done."
Now she’s dancing in the light,
A ghost of some forgotten night.
Billie Jean is not my lover,
There is no truth here to discover.
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one,
But the kid is not mine, the story’s spun.
I walk the floor, the rhythm’s cold,
A hollow tale she’s always told.
R