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
My brother and I argued about this for years. He had his own wierd version about a dog, and hours of dropping the needle on the vinyl didn't resolve anything. Years later I heard Procol Harem live. I was singing along with the band, smug in the correctness of my lyrics. Oops. Fortunately I think only one person actually heard me.
12/27/2002 9:32 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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