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

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

My life was mundane,
Same, Stupid, Slow...

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

Hold me in your arms,
your large, sturdy hands...

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

I lived inside a closed cocoon,
all wrapped up, cozy and warm...

I Love Him.
I love his hair...

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

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

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

You're the only,
My only...