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: In the days when love divided up the looks, No drastic means were used like rod and hooks, To enhance what nature's sculptor had designed, No augmentation needed to refine. In the valley of the dollar we rejoice, For plastic is the currency of choice, And beauty born is strictly for the birds, Your cash is fine but credit is preferred.
The Misheard: In the days when love divided up the looksNo drastic means were use like rubber hooksTo enhance what nature scoped to have designedNo hogmortation mingling to refineIn the valley of the dollar we rejoiceFor blessed is the currency of c
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Real Lyric: Stop stop stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe
The Misheard: Stop stop stop all the dancing, give me back Louise
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Real Lyric: And every Jack must have a Jill
The Misheard: And every death must have a kill
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Real Lyric: Do you like pina coladas?
The Misheard: Do you like keen Miss Ramada?
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Real Lyric: I'll shower your heart with tenderness Endlessly.....
The Misheard: I'll shower your hear with tendernessIn the street....
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Real Lyric: Water was runnning, children were running, you were running out of time, Under a mountain, a golden fountain, were you praying at the Lares Shrine, But oh your city lies in dust.
The Misheard: Water was runnning, children were running, you were running out of time, Up down a mountain, a stoled fountain, were you praying that the lord would shine, Oh oh oh, all your cities lye in dust.
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Real Lyric: Trying to keep an eye on you like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
The Misheard: Trying to keep up with youLike a herd-lost and blinded boar.
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Real Lyric: Dim my eyes, if they should Compromise our fulcrum; Want and need - if I need it...
The Misheard: Damn my eyes, if they should compromise what Oprah wanted me to believe in.
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Real Lyric: but my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be
The Misheard: but my dreams, they are just empty. and my car just sings to be
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Real Lyric: Black and Gold Black and Gold
The Misheard: Back and GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDBACK AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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