Richard Thompson My Soul, My Soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
She?s never gonna shake it up
She?s never gonna shake it up
She?s never gonna shake it up
She?ll never be satisfied
She?s never gonna eye me right
She?s never gonna eye me right
She?s never gonna eye me right
The way I want to be eyed
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
Way she crimps her curls
Way she calls that hog
Way she sips her tea
Way she smokes that log
Way she bangs the wall
Way she walks the dog
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
I showed her my invitation
I showed her my invitation
I showed her my invitation
If she didn't go and scratch me off
She gave me my party favors
She gave me my party favors
She gave me my party favors
But nothing was sweet enough
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
Haven't I flipped you a thousand times or more?
Haven't I flipped you a thousand times or more?
Haven't I flipped you a thousand times or more?
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
She?s never gonna shake it up
She?s never gonna shake it up
She?s never gonna shake it up
She?ll never be satisfied
She?s never gonna eye me right
She?s never gonna eye me right
She?s never gonna eye me right
The way I want to be eyed
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
