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: Billie Jean is not my lover, She's just a girl who says that I am the one, but the kid is not my son.
The Misheard: Billie Jean is not my lover, she's just a girl, who says that "I am the one to cherish, NOT my son!"
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Real Lyric: You've been...Thunderstruck
The Misheard: You've been...Chunderf**ked
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Real Lyric: That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion
The Misheard: That's me at the stoplight Losing my religion
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Real Lyric: If you change your mind I'm the first in line
The Misheard: If you change your mind I'm the worst in line
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Real Lyric: I was blind as a fool can be
The Misheard: I'm as blind as a broken knee
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Real Lyric: Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile You'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her Dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can't hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today
The Misheard: Blue jean baby, LA lady Seems just for the bangin' Pretty eye, pirates my You marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen huh? Dancin' and the Sam And now she's in me, always with me Tiny dancer in my hand Jesus frees out in the street Han
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Real Lyric: You live with apes man it's hard to be clean
The Misheard: Just like an 8th grader trying to get laid
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Real Lyric: I had some dreams; they were clouds in my coffee.
The Misheard: I had some dreams; they were grounds in my coffee.
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Real Lyric: Emminence Front
The Misheard: Living in Funk
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Real Lyric: With the birds I'll share this lonely view
The Misheard: With the birds in the shade it's a lonely view
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