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(Princess Stephanie of Monaco)
There’s Something
I Have To Say To You
If You Promise You'll
Understand
I Cannot Contain Myself
When In Your Presence
I’m So Humble
Touch Me
Don’t Hide Our Love
Woman To Man
(Michael)
She's Just A Lover
Who's Doin’ Me By
It’s Worth The Giving
It’s Worth The Try
You Cannot Cleave It
Or Put It In The Furnace
You Cannot Wet It
You Cannot Burn It
She Wants To Give It
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
Dare Me
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
She Wants To Give It
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
It’s Just A Feeling
You Have To Soothe It
You Can’t Neglect It
You Can’t Abuse It
It’s Just Desire
You Cannot Waste It
Then If You Want It
Then Won’t You Taste It
She Wants To Give It
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
Dare Me
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
She Wants To Give It
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
(Princess Stephanie of Monaco)
One Thing In Life
You Must Understand
The Truth Of Lust
Woman To Man
So Open The Door
And You Will See
There Are No Secrets
Make Your Move
Set Me Free
(Michael)
Because There's Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
To Give It To You
I Swear There’s Something
About You Baby
Just Promise Me
Whatever We Say
Or Whatever We Do
To Each Other
For Now We’ll Make A Vow
To Just
Keep It In The Closet
If You Can Get It
It’s Worth A Try
I Really Want It
I Can’t Deny
It’s Just Desire
I Really Love It
(Princess Stephanie of Monaco)
‛Cause If It’s Aching
You Have To Rub It
(Michael)
She Wants To Give It
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
She Wants To Give It
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
(She Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, She Wants To Give It)
(Princess Stephanie of Monaco)
Just Open The Door
And You Will See
This Passion Burns
Inside Of Me
Don’t Say To Me
You’ll Never Tell
Touch Me There
Make The Move
Cast The Spell
(Michael)
Because There’s Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
To Give It To You
I Swear There’s Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
Just Promise Me
Whatever We Say
Or Do To Each Other
For Now We’ll Make
A Vow To Just
Keep It In The Closet
Because There’s Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
To Give It To You
Because There’s Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
To Give It To You
I Swear There’s Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
To Give It To You
I Swear There’s Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
To Give It To You
I Swear There’s Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
To Give It To You
Somethin’ About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
Just Promise Me
Whatever We Say
Or Whatever We Do To
Each Other
For Now We’ll Make A Vow
To Just
Keep It In The Closet
(She Wants To Give It)
Dare Me
(Aahh)
Keep It In The Closet...
~Michael Jackson, In the Closet
It was nighttime in Los Angeles, California. Supermodel Naomi Campbell, 21, was asleep in her bed. It was a canopy bed, and it had white sheets, a white pillow and white silk hangings.
Her exotic black locks spread out over the pillow as a dream came to her....
****Start of Dream****
Naomi slowly opened her eyes and noticed that everything looked different. For one thing, she noticed, she was in a palace of some kind.
"Probably Egyptian," she thought.
Then she looked down and noticed she was wearing a beautiful white dress that hugged her exotic curves.
She smiled secretly to herself. "I look so... exotic," she thought.
"Naomi," said a voice - a very familiar voice.
She looked around, wondering who it was. Her chocolate eyes were narrowed, half in wonder and half in excitement.
Then he stepped out of the shadows and into her line of vision.
"Hello, Naomi. Had any good seductive poses lately?" he said, giving her a sexy smirk. As he spoke, he walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. Naomi blushed, unable to reply at first.
Finally, she then said,
"I think so."
Michael smiled. He then moved so that he was on top of her. Then, as his hands moved from her face down to her curves, he said,
"Je t'aime, Naomi."
Again Naomi smiled shyly.
Then, in a sudden burst of wildness, passion and boldness, she lifted her hand and playfully pushed Michael onto his back. Then she straddled his torso, her tanned thighs now on either side of his hips. Her smile had changed from a shy smile to a sly, sneaky one.
Smirking still, Michael couldn't help but purr at how the tables had turned. He had heard stories about how Naomi looked like a sweet innocent girl on the outside, but she was really a tigress inside. He had heard about how wild and passionate she could be, especially in bed. From what he had heard about her according to her former lovers, she was an enigma. Sometimes she would play the part of the seductress. Other times, she would take the initiative and play the temptress, pretending to lure men into a bed.
"Sweet Naomi Campbell. Who would've thought that she actually has a wild, passionate, sexy side?" he thought.
****End of Dream****
Naomi's eyes snapped open, and she tried to calm down, telling herself that her dream was a creation of material for all she had seen and done on the set of the short film (as the King of Pop preferred to call it) for the song In the Closet.
A good song, and very inspiring, now that I think about it, she told herself mentally, and then fell asleep with a smile on her face. She couldn't wait to tell Michael about the dream she had, as she wanted to ask him his opinion on dreams, and what they meant for different people - especially him.