[Andrea]

I´m on the page 315 in Taraborrellis book about Michael Jackson so I just discovered an old favourite from my youth


She was up a stair to nowhere.

A room forever I'll remember.
She said as though I should have known her,

Tell me, what's your pain or pleasure?


Every little thing you find here

is simply for the thrill you're after.

Loneliness or hearts on fire.

I am here to serve all masters.


She said Reality is a knife

when there's no love in your life.
Unmerciful is the night

when you just can't stop this feelin'.

It's torture, it's torture, it's torture.



And I still can't find the meaning

of the face I keep on seeing.

Was she real or am I dreaming?

Did the sound of your name turn a wheel,
strike a flame in me?


Baby, because you cut me like a knife

without your love in my life.

I'm out, I'm walkin' the night

and I just can't stop this feeling.

It's torture, it's torture, it's torture.

The Jacksons - Torture