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
Roberta flack was one of my mom's favorite pop artists. I was fourteen and one day she was playing this song at home. Without thinking I was kind of singing along with my own version and needless to say, she quickly corrected me with the proper lyrics. Now I had the "at home lyrics" and the "street lyrics" although I further changed the lyrics to be, "Drilling me softly with his dong." That way everyone could have the experience without the fear of death afterword. After all, love making should be a positive thing, not necessarily masochistic or sadistic. Some may balk at the thought of being drilled, but hey, you can't please everyone.
8/18/2003 3:55 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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