Soul - Lee Brice

Your body’s got me weak

You’re Mozart in the sheets

You make a sinner out of me

I’ma need a priest

And I’ll be singing, Holy Mother of Moses

I just wanna buy you roses

Open every door that closes

And kiss you from your head to your toeses

I like your soul, baby

You’ve got that heart made of gold, baby

I’m gonna love you till I’m old, baby

I just wanna be your baby

I like your soul (I like your soul)

I like your soul (I like your soul)

Don’t need to be undressing

To feel like you’re impressing

Must’ve died and gone to heaven

Go on and take me to confession (Giv me five)

You’ve got m singing, Holy Mother of Moses

I just wanna buy you roses

Open every door that closes

And kiss you from your head to your toeses

I like your soul, baby

You’ve got that heart made of gold, baby

I’m gonna love you till I’m old, baby

I just wanna be your baby

I like your soul (I like your soul)

I like your soul (I like your soul)

Just so you know (Just so you know)

I like your soul, baby

I like your soul, baby

You’ve got that heart made of gold, baby

I’m gonna love you till I’m old, baby

I just wanna be your baby

I like your soul, baby

You’ve got that heart made of gold, baby

I’m gonna love you till I’m old, baby

I just wanna be your baby

I like your soul (I like your soul)

I like your soul (I like your soul)