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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Angus Young
Angus Young
Guitar
Bon Scott
Bon Scott
Vocals
Malcolm Young
Malcolm Young
Guitar
Rob Bailey
Rob Bailey
Bass
Tony Currenti
Tony Currenti
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angus Young
Angus Young
Songwriter
Malcolm Young
Malcolm Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Young
George Young
Producer
Harry Vanda
Harry Vanda
Producer

Lyrics

Well I met her in the garden
Underneath that old apple tree
Sitting with a handful of flowers
Looking as cool as can be
We talked away a couple of hours
Then she laid her hand on my lap
Oh, I thought I got to be dreaming
I didn't know I fell in her trap
Then she made me say things
I didn't wanna say
Then she made me play games
I didn't wanna play
She was a soul stripper, yeah
She took my heart
She was a soul stripper, ooh
And tore me apart
She started moving nice and easy
Slowly getting near to my spine
Killing off each last little feeling
Ooh, every one she could find
And when she had me hollow and naked, yeah
That's when she put me down
Pulled out a knife and flashed it before me
Stuck it in and turned it around
Then she made me say things
I didn't wanna say, you know
Then she made me play games
I didn't wanna play, yeah
She was a soul stripper, yeah
Ooh, she took my heart
Ooh, was a soul stripper
Tore me apart
Soul stripper
Soul stripper
You're a soul stripper
(You got death in mind)
Soul stripper
(Wanna come in?)
Soul stripper
(Ha, yeah, ooh)
Soul stripper
Took out my heart
And tore it apart
Ah, you're a soul stripper
(Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Soul stripper
Soul stripper
Written by: Angus Young, Malcolm Young
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