Paul Hansen - I Ain't Eve

I can be your lover
But I sure won't be your mother
Do you think you'll con me
To be your little mommy
I know it's allegory
But a man he wrote the story
He couldn't help but tell a fib
God making me from Adam's rib
But I gotta tell you I ain't Eve
And I'm gonna tell you I ain't Eve
I guess it's down to blasphemy
But I just can't let it be
Now you're trotting on my path
A flaming fury woman's wrath
Resonate my silent scorn
You'd wish that you were never Born
Ted Hughes he would keep her Down
A little wifey circus clown
Come on now we all know it
Sylvia the better poet
But I gotta tell you I ain't Eve
And I'm gonna tell you I ain't Eve
I guess I just can't let it be
But everything comes back to he
Allegory not my story
Not on the level shame the devil
Allegory not my story
Not on the level shame the devil
You know there ain't no other
Man has got to love her
Woman stern and mighty
Hypnotized by Aphrodite
You think you have the upper hand
But you will never understand
For you see it is nothing new
The Druids bowed to Danu
And I'm gonna tell you I Ain't Eve
(And I'm gonna tell you I Ain't Eve)
But I gotta tell you I ain't Eve
(And I'm gonna tell ya)
I guess it's down to blasphemy
But I just can't let it be
I know it's allegory
But a man he wrote the story
He couldn't help but tell a fib
God making me from Adam's rib
But I gotta tell you I ain't Eve
(But I gotta tell you I ain't Eve)
And I'm gonna tell you I Ain't Eve
(But I gotta tell ya)
I guess it's down to Blasphemy
But I just can't let it be
But I gotta tell ya

Written by:
Paul Hansen

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