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(ahhhh) Jackson Douds, small and round
He walks in silence
through the town But when he breathes,
the air turns sour
A heavy cloud of tragic power (oh
no)
Oh, the ladies run in absolute fear Whenever Jackson Douds draws near
His only hope is a paid embrace To hide his trembling,
tearful face (alas)
Yet his sister shines so bright and sweet
A golden vision on every street
And all the suitors sigh and pray
To spend a night in her display (bellissima)
We long to hold her,
we long
to stay
While poor Jackson hides away
Scared of the world,
alone in the dark
Poor Jackson Douds (ahhh) Lost in the crowd