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This page contains all the misheard lyrics for Uma Thurman that have been submitted to this site and the old collection from inthe80s started in 1996.
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Butcher, butcher your vitamin C
Put your, put your v-v-venom in me
Carry me 'til I confess
Bury me 'til I confess
F*** America, f*** America
Work a miracle, work a miracle
I can luau dance
I can move mountains
I can make muffins
I can move mountains
I can move mountains I can whoop 'em in the car
I can move mountains
I can work a miracle
I can move muffins
I can move mountains
I can walk 'em in the tub, walk em in the tub!
I can work a miracle, work a miracle!
I can walk America, walk America!
I can work a miracle, work a miracle!
I can walk America, walk America
I can work a miracle, work a miracle!
I can't move nor dance
I can move mountains
I s*** in last night's clothes
I slept in last night's clothes
Kick you like an oat
May nothing but debt do us part
Keep you like an oath
To May nothing but death do us part
Moustache! Moustache! Of summer sex!
The stench! The stench of summer sex
Put your, put your f-f-fingers in me
Put your, put your v-v-venom in me
Put your, put your f-f-fingers in me
Put your, put your v-v-venom in me
She likes to dance like "Ooh I'm fartin'"
She likes to dance like Uma Thurman.
She likes to dance like ooh, a sermon.
She likes to dance like Uma Thurman.
Wouldn't it be better and more poetic? If she were to dance like a sermon rather than Uma Thurman?
The 'stache, the 'stache of summer sex
The stench, the stench of summer sex
The blood, the blood, the blood of the lamb
Is worth two lions, but here I am
And you slept in last night’s clothes and tomorrow’s jeans
But they’re not quite but what they seem
The blood, the blood, the blood of the lamb
Is worth two lions, but here I am
And I slept in last night’s clothes and tomorrow’s dreams
But they’re not quite what they seem
The flood, the flood, the flood of the dam
It's worth two lemons but clear my yams
The blood, the blood, the blood of the lamb
It's worth two lions, but here I am
There'll be nothing but death for us now
To May nothing but death do us part
Very mean 'til I confess
Bury me 'til I confess
Walk a marigold, walk a marigold
Work a miracle, work a miracle
the stench, the stench, of sonorous sex
The stench, the stench of summer sex