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: With your hand in my hand, and a pocket full of soul, I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go.
The Misheard: With your hand and my hand in a pocket full of soap, I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go.
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Real Lyric: Swimming in your world of something spiritual, I'm born again every time you spend the night.
The Misheard: Swimming in your world of something cynical, I'm bored again every time you spend the night.
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Real Lyric: Heathiff, it's me, I'm cathy, I've come home. So cold, let me in your window o-o- oh.
The Misheard: Heathcliff, it's me, I'm cathy, I've got Coal. So cold let me eat your hipbone o-o-oh.
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Real Lyric: Give yourself prudence, and love your friends.
The Misheard: Give yourself rude things and love the French.
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Real Lyric: 'Cause there's still a lotta drinks that I ain't drunk Lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thought
The Misheard: 'Cause there's still a lotta drinks that I ain't drunk Lots of pretty f**ks that I ain't f**ked
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Real Lyric: So I put my faith in something unknown I'm living on such sweet nothing But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold I'm living on such sweet nothing And it's hard to learn And it's hard to love When you're giving me such sweet nothing Sweet nothing, sweet nothing You're giving me such sweet nothing
The Misheard: So I put my faith in something unknown I'm living on sexy loving But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold I'm living on sexy loving And it's hard to learn And it's hard to love When you're giving me sexy loving Sweet loving, sweet loving You'
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Real Lyric: My red blood runs true blue And every heartbeat belongs to you
The Misheard: My red blood runs true blue And every Harvey belongs to you
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Real Lyric: [Brandy:] But mine! [Monica:] Not yours! [Brandy:] But mine! [Monica:] Not yours! [Brandy:] But mine!
The Misheard: [Brandy:] But mine! [Monica:] Na yo! [Brandy:] But mine! [Monica:] Na yo! [Brandy:] But mine!
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Real Lyric: Do be do be do do do oh Do be do be do do do oh
The Misheard: yabba dabba doo doo doo ah yabba dabba doo doo doo ah
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Real Lyric: I was frying on the bench slide in the park across the street l-a-t-e-r that week My sticky paws were in to making straws out of big fat slurpy treats An incredible eight foot heap Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heat Involved an under usual feat
The Misheard: I was lying on the bench slide in the park across the street l-a-t-e-r that week My stinky paws were in to making stars out of big fat slurpy trees An incredible away foot deep Now the funny clever tag beanie bear in a staring underneath Involved an
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