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: Here come the jesters, 1-2-3
The Misheard: Here come the Jacksons, 1-2-3
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Real Lyric: Last night i owned Aladian's Lamp
The Misheard: Last night i had a lettuce lamp
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Real Lyric: I am a rock, i am an island.
The Misheard: I am Iraq, I am in Thailand.
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Real Lyric: She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
The Misheard: She seems to have an invisible tough sh*t
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Real Lyric: My world crumbles when you are not near
The Misheard: I wear go gos when you're not there
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Real Lyric: Tradgedy!
The Misheard: Break an egg!
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Real Lyric: If i stayed id never leave it if that turned around id grieve all the special dirty things that we used to talk about i mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout Oh no its you agian someday soon you'll find that someone waiting for a chance to beat you you drooling on the set to feel you BLESSING YOU WITH EVERY KISS. Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptyness cause your the death of me so precious loving the thrill such the patient one who needs me the spoiled one who wins so shocking wheres your sense dont you know i hate you ooh unsatisfied , you little girl tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness cause your the death of me so precious loving the thrill rolling dice and seeming queer bastard love, a sick affair lets see whta new diesease you'll fetch I MEAN THAT f**kING YOUIS STRANGE AND ADORED BY ME THROUGHOUT oh no its you agian BLESSING YOU WITH EVERY KISS so precious you know this hate of mine exploded im so deranged you know i'll never be the same. Tying yourdelf to me stich up my emptiness cause your the death of me so precious loving the thrill tying yourself to me stich up my emptiness cause your the death of me so precious loving the thrill.
The Misheard: hey you! are you sighing to me? something's are beautiful and too passe
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Real Lyric: and so it was later, when the miller told his tale,
The Misheard: and so he was a ladel, and the melon chewed his chair
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Real Lyric: She was queen for about an hour After that, s**t got sour
The Misheard: In a god-awful fever, baby.
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Real Lyric: I'm blue, da ba dee da ba daa...
The Misheard: I'm blue, if I was green I would die...
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