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You's de only gal on earth for me
An' dats de truf, believe."
Talk about yo good times, I'll bet you dey had 'em--Adam--
Adam en Eve, an' de appile tree.
Den Eve took a bite er de appile fruit
En Adam he bit, en den dey scoot.
Dar's whar de niggah leahn de quick cally hoot,
Ben a runnin' ever since from somebody's boot.
En runned en hide behin' de fig tree--Adam--
Adam en Eve behin' de fig tree.
Dey had der frolics, en dey had dere flings,
Den arter dat, de fun tuck wings,
Honey's mighty sweet, but bees has stings
An' dey came into de shadder dat de storm cloud brings.
Talk about yo hahd times, u-h-m uhm,
I bet you dey had 'em--Adam--
Adam en Eve behin' de fig tree.
Kase outer de gyardin dey had fur tuh skin.
Ter fin' de crack whar Satan crept in
Dey sarch fur and wide, dey sarch mighty well.
Eve, she knowed, but she 'fused fur ter tell.
Ole Satan's trail was all rubbed out
'Ceppen a track er two, whar he walked about.


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