Richard Thompson
Richard Thompson - My Soul, My Soul lyrics
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My Soul My Soul My Soul She’s never going to shake it up She’ll never be satisfied She’s never going to eye me right The way I want to be eyed The way she crimps her curls The way she calls that hog The way she sips her tea The way she smokes that log The way she bangs the wall The way she walks the dog I showed her my invitation If she didn’t go and scratch me off She gave me my party favours But nothing was sweet enough Didn’t I flip you A thousand times or more Didn’t I flip you A thousand times or more Didn’t I flip you A thousand times or more My Soul My Soul My Soul
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