Wicked Soul

Wicked Soul - Joanne Shaw Taylor

Lyrics by：Joanne Shaw Taylor

Composed by：Joanne Shaw Taylor

Thrown by the blow

Burned out by the heat

All down to the stories you've been spinning on me

Goes to show you never know

You gave no clue that you knew

That there'd probably come a time

I'd have to get over you

Build it burn it

Turn it into dust

Keep it as a trophy

Of what we called love

Twist it turn it

Blame my heart of stone

But everybody knows it's on you

And your wicked soul

I such you raxen come the

Get the some come with me soul

Floored and adored me

Really owned the part

But you'd written out your exit

From the very start

It goes to show you never know

You're holding out your heart

To get set up and rested

On a house of cards

Build it burn it

Turn it into dust

Keep it as a trophy

Of what we called love

Twist it turn it

Blame my heart of stone

But everybody knows it's on you

And your wicked soul

I such you get to come home

Get so come we get soul

I such you get to come home

Get so come we get soul

We run we never after night

Who is back your side

It must you sprit the want

Most you have

Build it burn it

Turn it into dust

Keep it as a trophy

Of what we called love

Twist it turn it

Blame my heart of stone

But everybody knows it's on you

And your wicked soul

Your wicked soul

Your wicked soul

Your wicked soul

And never by and blow