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Hey man, like, like check this out man, really, I listen I was countin' the holes in the acoustic tile ceiling, you Mumbling and fumbling with them little buttons on my you know, hold it together So anyways, my mind strays and the tricks my memory plays Like fascination and abomination on a biblical Broadway Like and singers and a fully landscaped gospel group and the harmony and and Dinosaurs eatin' like veggie burgers at the 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 voice with too much I guess he was talkin' to truly, I mean me
Madam, Adam no other woman, that's had 'im He's stronger than a That apple tree over in his healthy way Never works, he plays Sits and cogitates now, he's planting his garden
Like I had to hear that chorus twice, you know, before I got the I screamed, "I ain't Adam! I seen the dude, and I ain't no either" So anyways, it's really lookin' bad man, that director's when he gets mad Like, might your career with just one nod and like cripple you, you know, for life--that's a 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 took my shirt and my trousers So anyways, in the depths of my dispair, my co-star God, beautiful than Cher I screamed, "Make up! Gimme the sing that chorus more"
Madam, that's no other woman, that's Adam He's stronger than a And he's freshly from clay in his healthy way Never works, he never Sits around and inventing the Original Sin now
Hey madam, that's
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