"Thriller" by Micheal Jackson is always a great treat. Hearing it on the radio throughout the day has left me singing. So, as I wait for trick or treaters to ring my bell I share with you the end of the song:
"The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller"
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller"
And that part of the song pretty much sums it all... Have a safe holiday!
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1 comments:
LOVE EVERY SINGLE OUTFIT YOU PUT THERE!!!.
VERY NICE. LOVE IT!!
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