Oh, withering flower,
I've seen you so...

I Love Him.
I love his hair...

In 1767 Jackson was born,
And a humble life he did live...

...

When will you see
I'll always be true...

Butter is such sweet relief.
When I look into his eyes...

I always thought
we'd share this love...

You're the only,
My only...

I'm so confused
I can't think straight...

I wonder why I look at you,
with hope within my heart...