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