Misheard Lyrics -> New Entries for April 17, 2024

The high pollutinest, fast and shootinest, cowboy you ever saw, that's Quick Draw McGraw.

Down in the boudoir

General Lee and the Thunder Chief.

I am the educator

Dirty love
or
Dirty mop

She serves me comfort coming in from the bluff
It don't even matter at all

But they can't shave me

Boys drink all that mango ya want

He set in a boon dock of scene Frenchie love,
Boys drink all that mango ya want.

He set in a boon dock of sweet Frenchie love,
Boys drink all that mango ya want.
Oh oh, black satin Jeans suedes on the feet, yeah.

Now he's back home doin' 95.
Living with great satellite.

Sex on the beach with a side order of chili fries. More! More! More!

Ba-by steps

And if the trees don't hit you on your way out.

As gentle as a butter pie

I'm surviving every night and day

We are lions, snakes, monkeys
or
We are flies, snakes, monkeys

Cow's bells

Settee work, oily hands make these thoughts
Had I planned them, they never would be teasing me
As viciously as thee

They're just brothers

And a player of old 45s
That now mean nothing to me
(Later)
Leave me alone, leave me alone
About all the old 45s
And the paperback brooms
And it's scattered all the photographs
Of cumbersome sons

But I just can't get in love

And she kept time by a pearly Tag Heuer

I can't find my feet

Archie brothers on the left hand side

Three three, Satcom Three

I don't care what he does to make you smile,
But I'll be there to make you cry

Don't care who you've bitten in your history
As long as you ain't killin' me

It doesn't really matter if you're old or young,
It seems like were meant to be

Am I original? (Yeah.)
Am I the only one? (Yeah.)
If I sex you out?

Am I rich enough?

And I sex you while

Backstreet smacks, alright!

Backstreet's tracked, alright!

Can I sex you up? (Yeah)

Can I sex you up?

I'm gonna tell the world naked understand.

You better rub your butt enough

Anal sexual!

Nachos, tacos, empanadas, jalapeños Buritos!

Calling Mr. Famous.
Calling Mr. Wrong.
Calling Mr. Fame.
I know what I want, and I want it now.
I want you, 'cause I'm Mr. Famous.

But all I hear are loathed sounds
or
But all I hear are those sounds

Right across from where I'm spinning
or
Right across from where I'm spending
(Later)
Do I have to go for chicken
'Cause it's you that should be a chicken
So she's a lesbian, me with her cosmic eyes
She's just a cosmic girl
From another galaxy
My heart, you see, would rather be

It's a world where a man can eat a toe

You go out like a retard

Call yourself a fan-made man?
Talking about your family's plants
(Later)
And what about your gunman?

You're European, that's not where I mean
It's got glass and it's got elegance
Like you've never seen

As dirty dialogues bleed into one

Before I up and leave you
or
Before, I'd love to leave you

And salt, and salt, and salt, and salt, and salt, and salt, and salt