Lyrics

You be the monkey
I?ll be the weasel
You be the paintbrush
I?ll be the easel

You can just chase me around
There?s nothing evil in this garden that I?ve found
You can paint just what you see
I think he brought you here just to play with me

Is that an apple
Where?d you get it
I don?t think I?m supposed to
Ahhh, forget it

How could he know what?s best
He doesn?t feel all this temptation on my chest
He doesn?t know me like you do
I think it?ll be alright, anyway, this?ll all be over soon

What?s that behind you
Is that an angel
I feel inclined to
Go out and raise hell

How could God know what?s best
He doesn?t feel all this temptation on my chest
If only he were man like me
He?d understand how hard to walk this world and still be free

And the boys will thank me for the wars
And the girls will thank you for the fetus
But I must admit I like the way things were before
Before there was this nakedness between us