| 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. |
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| CHORUS: |
| 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, she took my heart, |
| Soul Stripper, she took my heart |
| Soul Stripper, and tore me apart. |
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| She started moving nice and easy, |
| Slowly getting into my spine, |
| Killing off this nice little feeling, |
| Ooooh, everyone she could find. |
| And when she had me hollow and naked, |
| That's when she put me down, |
| Pulled out a knife and flashed it before me, |
| Stuck it in and turned it around. |
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| REPEAT CHORUS |
