Soul Stripper - AC/DC

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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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, and tore me apart

She started moving nice and easy

Slowly getting into my spine

Killing off this nice little feeling