In the Lord’s image Adam was made
But he couldn’t get laid
So from Adam’s rib I was created
I think that means that we are related
Adam was a pretty bad boyfriend
Lord, he never treated me right
He came home drunk every night
After one terrible fight
I took my split lip to the apple tree
Just one bite was enough to make him realize
I was the only woman alive
Well, there were so many trees to choose from
The cherry, the plum, but I took knowledge and started to run
I’m getting out I’m getting out I’m getting out
I’m getting out of Paradise today
We were both told to leave Eden
I moved to Sweden
I feel completed (his profile deleted)
Where ever Adam went to
I’ll never need to know
God’s garden won’t grow
And Satan, my roommate, is digging a very large hole
It is going to be a nudist beach, I’m told
I can’t wait to go swimming.
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