Who’s dancing now?

I wonder how many of those yelling, moshing, screaming sweet bros knew what that song is really about…

Sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips
Michael you’re the only one I’d ever want
only one I’d ever want
only one I’d ever want
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor
Michael you’re dancing like a beautiful dance-whore
Michael waiting on a silver platter now
and nothing matters now…