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 remember hearing this song a while ago, and this
lyric sounds a lot like it's about a girlfriend who
cares more about some Italian guy named Giuseppe
than about the boyfriend. I was quickly corrected
after I heard it, though. Why Giuseppe came into my
head? My Italian immigrant great-grandfather was
1/22/2014 8:49 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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