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: Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.
The Misheard: Tekken is too easy, but that's the way it is.
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Real Lyric: With a sense of poise and rationality
The Misheard: With a sense of poisoned rationality
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Real Lyric: Our lips are sealed
The Misheard: Iowa-steal
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Real Lyric: Ich heiße Superphantastisch! Ich trinke Schampus mit Lachsfisch!
The Misheard: Hey guys it’s super fantastic!He drink and showers with ass fish!
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Real Lyric: Shrug us off your shoulders.
The Misheard: shoulders shoulders shoulders.
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Real Lyric: My sense of militance grooving...
The Misheard: My sex, I feel the t*ts grouping...
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Real Lyric: 'Cause at night the sun in retreat made the skyline look like crooked teeth in the mouth of a man who was devouring us both
The Misheard: 'Cause at night the sun in the tree made the skyline look like crooked teeth in the mouth of a man who was devouring a spoon
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Real Lyric: 'Cause we walk like a boss Talk like a boss Manicured nails to set pedicure off She's fly so effortlessly And she moves like a boss Do what a boss do She got me thinkin' about gettin' involved That's the kind of girl I need, oh She's got her own thing That's why I love her Miss Independent won't you come and spend a little time? She's got her own thing that's why I love her Miss Independent Ooh the way we shine Miss independent
The Misheard: 'Cause she walk like a ballsTalk like a ballsManicured nails to set pedicure offShe's farts so effortlesslyAnd she moves like a ballsdo what a balls doShe got me think'in about gettin' 8 ballsThat's the kind of girl I
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Real Lyric: Your data, my data
The Misheard: You dated my daughter
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Real Lyric: The taste of her cheery chapstick
The Misheard: It tasted like jelly chopsticks
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