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Lyricist: Ac
Lyrics: 
 Well I met her in the garden Underneath that old apple tree Sitting with a handful of flowers Looking 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 dreaming I didn't know I fell in her trap
  Then she made me say things I didn't want to say Then she made me play games I didn't want to play
  She was a soul stripper, yeah She took my heart She was a soul stripper, ooh And tore me apart
  She started moving nice and easy Slowly getting near to my spine Killing off each last little feeling Ooh, everyone 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 want to say, you know Then she made me play games I didn't want to play
  She was a soul stripper, yeah Ooh, she took my heart Ooh, was a soul stripper Tore me apart
  Soul stripper, soul stripper You're a soul stripper (Oh yes you are) Soul stripper, soul stripper Soul stripper Took out my heart And tore it apart
  Aah, you're a soul stripper Soul stripper, soul stripper 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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