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
I was in 8th grade and my mother made me take ballroom dancing. I was very shy about dancing with a boy, so when we had to do the fox trot to this song, I decided to sing the song to ease my nervousness. So I sang Like a rose of Polish yore - right in the guy's ear. I never understood the funny look on his face until years (literally) later when I heard the real lyrics.
2/28/1998 12:00 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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