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 singing my lyric to my sister, and she just cracked up and said "you idiot, it's the Cuervo Gold, the fine Columbian." I have to say that I like my version a lot better, even if it makes no sense!
3/2/2012 2:56 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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