Wispy eyes that look delirious
glazed over look, and dancing with minors
Silly silly man, you fall for the trap again
just because she’s got a firm ass
doesn’t mean she’s a proper lady!
What are you doing, taking her home?
She’s younger than your son
silly silly man, that fruit is forbidden
You’ll get kicked out of Eden if you taste her
Oh, her breasts are large for her young face
she’s a little peach, I’m sure
So young and insecure
perfect for a night of harvest
She thinks you’re wonderful because she doesn’t know
any better.
An early blossom, and oh so ripe
But you’re a silly silly man
for doing anything but looking
You’re just suppose to look at the tree
because the apple is forbidden!
And just like Adam, you fall for her temptation
Slithering snake, and bed sheets
Liquid lust and awakened heart beats
When passion subsides at night, you’ll wonder
Was it really worth it? then at sunrise
Your answer. You threw Eden away
For a taste of the apple, silly Adam
Silly, silly Adam

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