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.