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
Not me, a little girl I was babysitting. She was singing along as I washed the dishes. At first I couldn't tell that she had the words wrong. You know the way Rs and Ls come out of little kids like Ws. Hot when it soulded like "Smooth Hot Potato", I asked her what the name of the song was.
"Smooth Hot Potato," she replied.
"What's it about?" I asked.
"You know, when you bake a potato it gets smooth."
"That's what I thought."
3/4/2006 12:23 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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