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
In early 1964, I contracted impetigo from
rummaging through the dumpster at a carpet
workroom. My brother, best friend, and I had built
a "fort" with a dirt floor, and wanted some carpet
scraps for it. My mom at first thought my skin
irritation was hives, which I'd never heard of.
When this song came out around the same time, I
presumed that's what the lyrics were referring to.
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