The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
I was chatting with friends about Tom Waits and I said, "Gosh, he's pretty old, isn't he? The Beatles wrote about him!" To aid their memories, I sang the above lyrics, to their merriment and my chagrin.
10/8/2001 9:15 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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