B Well, I met her in the garden Underneath that old apple tree Sittin' with a handful of flowers Lookin' 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 G Then she made me say things B I didn't want to say G Then she made me play games B E I didn't want to play Chorus: B A E B She was a soul stripper, she took my heart B A E B A She was a soul stripper, and tore me apart She started movin' nice and easy Slowly getting near to my spine Killin' off each last little feeling Ooh, every one she could find And when she had me hollow and naked, yeah That's when she put me down Pulled out a knife and flashed it before me Stuck it in and turned it around Then she made me say things I didn't want to say Then she made me play games I didn't want to play Chorus Soul stripper, soul stripper Soul stripper, soul stripper Soul stripper, soul stripper Took out my heart And tore it apart Soul stripper, soul stripper Soul stripper | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E G B |