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She PMed me, and she asked if we might be friends
I said ok but I knew how the story ends
I been in this same place like a million times
She asked me where I'm from also what's my age
I replied I don't answer those this stage
but otherwise we could still engage
We kept chatting, it went nowhere so it seemed
She wouldn't talk about music or her dreans
she just told me her age and where she lived of course
I run into so many just like this
They only have those topics on their list
and they aren't getting off that horse
She's got no soul to sell
this ain't no conversation
no soul to sell no soul to sell
no soul to sell
there's no need for persuasion
no soul to sell
My bio said I'm looking for someone verbal
so how did I end up with a gerbil
who couldn't carry her end of the pizza pie
She's only got styrofoam in her head
Should I tell her what I'm thinking 'bout instead?
Watch her just fade up into the sky
She's got no soul to sell
and she might call it freedom
no soul to sell no soul to sell
no soul to sell
she sure ain't got no reason
no soul to sell
solo
I can't say that I wish i had gotten to know her
nor could I guess what I'd possibly show her
has the wit of a wombat and her mind's a sieve
I guess that this is how they make em these days
except I'm pretty sure it's not just a phase
as the masses do the thing they call live
She's got no soul to sell
that's enough contemplation
no soul to sell no soul to sell
no soul to sell
I have lost all my patience
no soul to sell
She's got no soul to sell
there's no need for persuasion
no soul to sell no soul to sell
no soul to sell
this ain't no conversation
no soul to sell
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