She’s got soul
Her survival dancing on a pole
Most times cold freezing homeless toes
Through centuries men treating her cold
Her love still unfolds
She’s got soul
From the katies to the joss stone
Sold for fantasies in a cone
She’s got soul deep like the Nat King Cole
Lauryn hill and a soul burning on a stove
Always victim to the fall
Violent behaviour as an experiment
Her tears evident
Every night her heart to separate
She’s got soul
Her survival dancing on a pole
Most times cold freezing homeless toes
She’s got soul
Through her love
We get soul
