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
This was actually my father's mistake. We were sitting in the car, I
was about twelve. This song came on the radio and he started
belting it at the top of his lungs. I didn't know what the real lyrics
were, but my mother balked, then burst into a fit of giggles. "Paul,"
she said slowly. "It's 'Angie'."
"Oh," he said. "I wondered why it didn't make much sense."
10/14/2007 7:22 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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