Michael Jackson is here to tell us that the allegations are ignorant doo doo 
As he came into the widow
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came into his office
He left his fingers in her carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the broom
She was held down, it was her doom
Tara, are you ok?
So, Tara are you ok
Are you ok, Tara
Tara, are you ok?
So, Tara are you ok
Are you ok, Tara
She's Tara Reade not my lover
I'm just a Joe
That stripper didn't date my son