| Soul, everybody thinks they own mine
|
| Yeah, seems like they think it’s a goldmine
|
| But I don’t wanna make a head line
|
| I just thought this was supposed to be my time
|
| I don’t care what they do
|
| I’m never gonna give myself up
|
| To anybody but you
|
| My hands are tied to a devils tail
|
| He’ll give me what I want to the last detail
|
| But I’m sure I wanna make that sale
|
| Stand in line and sell your sorry tail
|
| I don’t care what they do
|
| I’m never gonna give myself up
|
| To anybody but you
|
| I’ll never give myself up
|
| To anybody but you
|
| I’ll never give myself up
|
| To anybody but you
|
| Soul, somebody thinks they own mine
|
| Yeah, seems like they tryin' to make a deadline
|
| Please can you tell me what is my crime?
|
| I spend my time tryin' to make these words rhyme
|
| I don’t care what they do
|
| I’m never gonna give myself up
|
| To anybody but you
|
| I’ll never give myself up
|
| To anybody but you
|
| I’ll never give myself up
|
| To anybody but you
|
| I’ll never give myself up
|
| To anybody but you |