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
It was actually my mother. She was trying to be cool and was singing what she thought was the lyrics to a song she heard on my car stereo one afternoon after she borrowed my car. After I recovered enough to actually talk I let her know that it wasn't matches the singer wanted to play with, it was actually matches. Although, I must admit that I enjoy her version more.
10/1/1997 12:00 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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