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
Coming from New York (and being Jewish), everybody here knows that the jewelry district is pretty much owned and operated by Jews - so the lyric made perfect sense to me - in a nonsensical way (nobody takes a trolly to go next door). My lyric was greeted with huge guffaws, accompanied by pointing fingers, when I bellowed them out during a party. By the end of the evening, everybody was calling me the "Jew next door".
2/26/2002 5:23 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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