| Pardon me, Madam, my name is Eve
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| I think it’s time for you to leave
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| I don’t believe that we have met
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| That’s one thing you would not forget
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| In another time or life
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| When I was his only wife
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| When I was his only bride
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| Before I was torn out from his side
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| In the orchard apples are withering
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| In the shadows something is slithering
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| So go along there if you must
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| And try to do as I suggest
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| He’s just a gathering of dust
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| And if he can’t recall my name
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| Tell him to take his time, it’s worth recovering
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| Look at me, and what I’m covered in
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| I’m covered in shame
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| I came back looking for my man
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| Wandered everywhere and then
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| Stood outside and gazed upon
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| A beautiful garden, a shimmering pond
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| See the sunlight on the leaves that dapple
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| Did you see my little teeth marks on the apple?
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| Don’t close the door on the hand I’m offering
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| There is always someone on the outside doing all of the suffering
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| In the orchard, apples are withering
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| In the shadows, something is slithering
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| But in another time or life
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| When I was his only wife
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| When I was his only bride
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| Before I was torn out
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| Before I was torn out
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| Before I was torn out
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| From his side
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| Pardon me, Madam, my name is Eve
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| Pardon me, Madam, my name is Eve
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| I think it’s time for one of us to leave |