I Want Your Soul (Smoove Remix) [feat. Tasita D'Mour]

Are you really ready for some soul?

Soul, soul, soul, I want your soul

Soul, soul, soul, give me your soul

I met the devil down in New Orleans, he was having a funky good time

He said don’t worry I’ve got just what you need and he told me to go online

When all your heads are buried in those screens then my work is almost done

Give me your soul and when you’re all machines then I’ll know that this war is won

Nothing is real, nothing is true, it’s all make-believe and it’s tailor-made for you Nothing is real, nothing is true, it’s all make-believe and it’s tailor-made for you

I said I want your soul

Give me your soul

I want your soul, oh. I want your soul Give me your soul

Soul, soul, soul, I want your soul

Soul, soul, soul, give me your soul

Nothing is real, uh, nothing is true

Nothing is real, nothing is true

I want your soul yeah, give me your soul

I’m talking talking ‘bout that soul, give me your soul

Choose your identity, your second skin, leave your problems all out in the cold

And then there’s vanity, my favourite sin, here’s a world where you never grow old

This human nature it’s a beautiful thing, like a drug that’s just taken hold

And when it does that’s when the devil will sing coz you’ve sold the key to your soul

Nothing is real, nothing is true, it’s all make-believe and it’s tailor-made for you Nothing is real, nothing is true, it’s all make-believe and it’s tailor-made for you

I want your soul, give me your soul

I want your soul, give me your soul,

I want your soul, give me your soul,

I want your soul, yeah, give me your soul