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
Well, My version adds a certain twist -that of a Mediterranean house-maid who cleans up after the singer whom he falls in love with. I have images of a plump middle-aged woman with a carpet beater! I described this image to a friend who laughed and corrected me. He suggests occasionally that I should get myself a maid like that.
4/8/2002 2:03 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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