Jimi sat down in his bedroom. He started to strum his guitar and practiced a song he had written. This song was about his deep dark secret.
Michelle ma belle.
These are words that got together well.
My Michelle
Michelle, me belle
Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, tres bien ensemble
I love you, I love you, I love you
That's all I want to say
Until I find a way
I will say the only words that I know you'll understand
My Michelle
Michelle, ma belle
Sont des nits qui bont tres bien ensemble, tres bein ensemble
I need you, I need you, I need you
I need to make you see
Oh, what you mean to me
Until I do I'm hoping you will know
What I mean
I love you
I want you, I want you, I want you
I think you know by now
I'll get to you somehow
Until I do I'm telling you so
You'll understand
I will say the only words I know you will understand
My Michelle
"Hey" he heard Michelle call into the house "I left my jacket." Jimi came into the hallway and leaned casually on a wall. "Hey Mick" he said as she grabbed her orange jacket with green flowers from a chair. "Hi" she replied "I gotta go." She hugged him and Jimi felt a sensation in his spine. As she ran out the door he thought My Michelle.