Eve


Whoever coined the phrase – “weaker sex”,
needed to get out more.
An hour-glass figure in skin-tight latex,
spells double-trouble.
All that’s missing is Adam’s rib,
and the voice of God’s meat.
I ain’t learned a thing since the crib,
jumpin’ in (again) with both feet.

She’s as timeless as an AC Cobra,
light your life up like a supernova.
Hasn’t changed since the garden of Eden:

Eve.

Reel you in with the same lure, everytime,
read me like an open book.
Gettin’ caught up in another, victimless crime,
got me danglin’ on a hook.
It’s a game of give and take, with me givin’
exponentially.
And the rules change every day, she’s winnin’
impregnably/regrettably/assuredly.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

It’s not as if we don’t have enough chains,
but we were at the back of the queue
when they were dealing out brains.

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CHORUS

©27.8.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

’bout the only thing that’s missing is Adam’s rib,


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