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

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

I finally looked into your eyes today,
and saw that they were true...

I Love Him.
I love his hair...

Eyes, eyes everywhere
There's tension in the atmosphere...

Why did I let myself believe
that you and I could be...

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

I love you Kyle...
I wish you were mine...

When you act that way,
I have no clue...

Keeps you thinking about him at night.
Y do I do that...

I love you,
No matter how I say it...

I love you
and I don't know why...