VERSE 1
O, Eve wasn't modest till she ate that apple
That ole apple was t'blame
Th minute that she ate it, she felt humiliated
She hid behind a tree until th darkness came
VERSE 2
Then they wore a fig leaf
Now, clothes are just as brief
If every mothers' daughter wears her dresses any shorter
They'll have to pass th apples once again
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