At night I dream of your quirky, intelligent face I wistfully wish for your bipedal embrace.
But I am just a fan You are the father of humanity But if you'll be my man I would give a rib to be your Eve
Adam… Hills are made for climbing and I'll climb them all for you And in valleys you traverse I'm not averse to going down into
Wherever in your Eden you might travel I will follow. And if a serpent with an apple and entices me to swallow I will not be tempted by the fruit the serpent offers Though I've never been that great at resisting offers made by
Adam…
Hills are made for climbing and oh boy I'll do my best But if the apple is too sweet and shiny to resist I swear that I'll try not to choke as with my guilt I grapple But if inside my throat I feel a lump, it''ll be my Adam's Apple.
Be my Adam's apple....