| She may not be the best lookin' woman
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| I ever did see
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| Nor have the charms of the ladies
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| Of high society
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| But the woman’s got soul
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| Worth all money and gold
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| And all the love that I have belongs
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| To the woman with soul
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| Now I’m just a regular fellow
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| I don’t need much
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| I don’t need a Cadillac car
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| Or diamonds and such
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| But the woman that I hold
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| She’s got to have soul
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| And then I’m richer than the richest gold
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| If the woman’s got soul
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| I don’t need a woman
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| That’s got a whole lot of class
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| Because class in a woman
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| Don’t mean she’s gonna last
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| I need a kind of lady
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| That when I hold she fits up tight
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| And when she throws it on me
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| I give in without a fight
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| Then I know the woman’s got soul
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| Worth all money and gold
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| And all the love that I have belongs
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| To the woman with soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| Worth all money and gold
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| And all the love that I have belongs
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| To the woman with soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul
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| The woman’s got soul |