The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
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Real Lyric: She breathes flesh into my bones and when love is dead, I'm loving angels instead.
The Misheard: she breathes fresh into my big balls and when love is dead i´m blowing her instead
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Real Lyric: sweet dreams are made of this who am i to disagree i travelled the world and the seven seas everybody is looking for someone
The Misheard: sweet dreams are made with mint you are mine at all digrees i travelled away in some big blue jeans everybody is watching me or somewhat
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Real Lyric: My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I.. got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window.. and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, It's not so bad..
The Misheard: my tree´s gone bald i wonder why i... put it on the sun the morning raindrops at my window... and i can´t see it all and even if i could you´d still be gay, and that section of the wall it remind me that youre not so bad you´re not so bad
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Real Lyric: It's a death row pardon ten minutes too late
The Misheard: It's a death row hard-on ten minutes too late
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Real Lyric: Do you have the time to listen to me whine about nothing and everything all at once? I am one of those melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone no doubt about it. Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me am I just paranoid Im just stoned
The Misheard: Do you have the time to listen to me whine my sign is repunatin waze in under. I am one of those dramatic bemenos my sign is repunatin waze in under Sometimes I give myself the creeps sometimes my mind plays tricks on me its all thats made of rum caus
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Real Lyric: The club is full of ballas and their pockets full grown.
The Misheard: This club is for the ball-less and your c**k is full grown
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Real Lyric: Give me the beat boys and free my soul...
The Misheard: Give me the Beach Boys and free my soul...
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Real Lyric: Come on now, try & understand The way I feel under your command
The Misheard: Come on now, try & understand The way I feel about the Orkin Man
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Real Lyric: ..platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows...
The Misheard: plot from ticket, dressed mestizos....
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Real Lyric: I believe in miracles
The Misheard: I believe in Malcolm
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