Diplomats of Solid Sound - Hole in Your Soul

You gotta a hole in your soul
You gotta a hole in your soul
Well I see a hole in your soul
And I just don't know why I love you so

You say love me, but I talked to Mary Jane
And she says that you're telling her the same thing
Take your girls from the line who think you're so fine
I'm the kind of woman who don't play that game

You gotta a hole in your soul
You gotta a hole in your soul
Well I see a hole in your soul
And I just don't know why I can't let go

All the people in town are wrapped around your finger
Thinking you're some kind of golden son
They don't see, they don't see what's so plain to me
The only one you care about is number one

I said you gotta a hole in your soul
You gotta a hole in your soul
Well I see a hole in your soul
And I just don't know why I love you so

You smile like a king
And wear your fancy things
But there's something there that I just can't trust
You line your pockets with profits
From other people's tears
And you always leave your friends in the dust

I said you gotta a hole in your soul
You gotta a hole in your soul
Well I see a hole in your soul
And I just don't know why I still love you so

Written by:
Sarah Cram, Nathan Basinger, Kathy Ruestow, Forrest Heusinkveld, Eddie McKinley, Douglas Roberson, Ben Soltau, Abbie Sawyer

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