it's been going on a long time,
stretched out like molasses in
a hot kitchen.
we made it,
baby we made it 'cuz we know the melody of friendship
but them chickens been scratchin' fore a
night and a morning
and
this Eve ain't got no garden.
don't smile that smile, unless you gonna
carry my weight for a little while, boy.
Oh and you'll run away back to Georgia so fast
the soles o' your feet will burn
she's been burning a long time
long time in that hot kitchen.
she made it out, she did
that one with the jet black eyes and all the hair.
indecent
without Adam
and loving
every minute of the striding & striving
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