A Sopranos Shakespeare Eden

Adam, my Adam prithee answer my plea Will you join me in savoring the fruits of yon tree Eve always cool as home made gabagool Why mess with the bosses' one sacred rule Adam don't accuse me of protesting too much But a kingdom for an apple sounds easy enough Eve there's a lot for us both to consider Like taking advice from one prone to slither.  Adam doth these leaves make my lithe form look fat Eve they cover all the best pieces, wad up wit dat?   Adam thy visage is a Tempest of gloom Eve I fear we screwed up bada-bing bada-boom.   Adam everything seems different betwixt thou and me Since we ate of the fruit of that forbidden tree.  Twas the promise of equal footing Adam forsooth Eve that snaky rat bastard  wasn't telling the truth