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
To my defense English is only my second language, and to most of us Swedes - or at least to me - it's hard to tell the difference between rose and rows.
I guess I could really identify with his problem since I'm running after the bus most mornings myself. But I must say that I wondered for thirty good years what that bus really had to do with his addiction...
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