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
The Story: And my blunt is my ho now
The Story: At home, drawing pictures, Of mounds of tots, With ham on top
Not that my version isn't word salad, but Taupin's alleged lyrics
don't make a whole lot of sense either. If they shoot down her
plane (and she lives), it would take a whole lot more than a
couple of drinks for her to recover.
As with several of my other lyrics, I learned the correct version
from somebody else's wrong version on this site.
2/26/2018 3:26 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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