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, she took my heart, Soul Stripper, she took my heart, Soul Stripper, and tore me apart. She started moving nice and easy, Slowly getting into my spine, k**ing 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.