He was cute in those skin tight jeans
only thirteen
I said you wanna come play with me?
We can have fun
On my ranch 
In the dark
With my llama
Buy you toys, spend a ton
And you don't have to go tell your momma
We were hangin' out
Cuddlin' in the bed
Playin' video games
Even if Brooke Shields won't let me
Won't let me knock her boots
I don't jump Oohh
So don't believe the news
Hey! Hey!
Little Billy's not my lover
He's just a kid who claims that I grabbed his buns
But I swear I didn't get none
I might be weird but my records sell
So what the hell
To the truth, it's kinda rough
When you grab you're stuff
On the stage when I sing, grab my thing
There's no need to convice
Prison I'm sure is not nice
Is not nice! Is not nice!
Little Billy's not my lover
Nonononooootnot
Little Billy's not my lover
No no
Michael Jackson, you've just been accused of a terrible crime.
And your career teeters on ruin.
What are you gonna do now?
I'm going to Disneyland