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
In the gym locker room when I was in the sixth grade. A bunch of girls were singing and I joined in with my lyric. Naturally I had assumed that Madonna loved Pop Tarts and was threatening to leave if her man didn't provide them.
Needless to say, they all laughed at me...
Personally, I think that it is a better lyric... I mean, who needs credit when you could have Pop Tarts?
6/11/2003 10:37 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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