(Steen) (Spooner/Tubes)
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Hey man, like, like this out man, really, I mean listen I was countin' the holes in the tile ceiling, you know Mumbling and fumbling with them little buttons on my you know, hold it together So anyways, my mind strays and the that my memory plays Like fascination and abomination on a biblical Broadway dancers and singers and a fully landscaped gospel group and the and whatever and eatin' like veggie burgers at the snack bar out front in the lobby, you So anyways on the stage is me, naked like an empty page That's when I him Like a director's with too much echo I he was talkin' to yours truly, I mean me
Madam, Adam Ain't no other woman, had 'im stronger than a tree That apple tree there Wealthy in his way works, he never plays Sits around and Right now, planting his garden
Like I had to that chorus twice, you know, before I finally got the I screamed, "I Adam! I never seen the dude, and I ain't no either" So anyways, it's really lookin' bad man, that director's mean he gets mad Like, might wreck your career with just one nod and cripple you, you know, for a long time My legs are shakin', my stomach's knotted, my mind has I'd run if I could, but you can't hid from him, and besides jerk took my and my trousers So anyways, in the depths of my dispair, my co-star God, more beautiful Cher I screamed, "Make up! the script--please sing that chorus more"
Madam, Adam Ain't no other woman, that's stronger than a tree And freshly molded from clay in his healthy way Never works, he plays Sits around and He's the Original Sin now
Hey madam, Adam
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