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 father was the one who misheard this lyric... as a child he always wondered why the adults would raise their glasses of champagne at midnight and in their drunken stupors suggest that their friends "take a cup of kind of s**t" for anyone, much less some guy named Lane Sign.
9/27/2010 10:26 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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