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Song: | Soul Stripper |
Album: | | Genres: | Hard Rock |
Year: | | Length: | 385 sec |
Lyricist: AC-DC
Lyrics:
Well, I met her in the garden Underneath that old apple tree Sittin' with a handful of flowers Lookin' as cool as can be We talked away a couple of hours Then she laid her hand on my lap Oh, I thought, 'I got to be dreamin'' I didn't know I fell in her trap
Then she made me say things I didn't wanna say Then she made me play games I didn't wanna play
She was a soul stripper, yeah She took my heart She was a soul stripper, mmm And tore me apart
She started movin' nice and easy Slowly getting near to my spine Killin' off each last little feelin' Ooh, every one she could find And when she had me hollow and naked, yeah That's when she put me down Pulled out a knife and flashed it before me Stuck it in and turned it around
Then she made me say things I didn't wanna say, you know Then she made me play games I didn't wanna play, haha
She was a soul stripper, yeah Ooh, she took my heart Oh, was a soul stripper Tore me apart
Soul stripper Soul stripper You're a, a soul stripper Soul stripper Soul stripper Soul stripper
Took out my heart And tore it apart Ah, you're a soul stripper, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Soul stripper Soul stripper, ooh
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