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Adam

it wasn't me

it was that woman 
she doesn't know what's good for her
she did it

and then
it was that snake
horrible slimy snake
I wouldn't have believed a word
I wouldn't have been taken in
imagine a talking snake
well I ask you 

and then
and then
it was you
you made Eve
you made the serpent
it's your rotten apple
you knew all about it—

I was miles away
doing the garden like I was told 
you're the one
you did it
it wasn't me
it wasn't me

and anyway I only took a little bite