Northern Soul Songtext
von Joel Sarakula

Your skinny legs out in the cold
I caught your eye, I wanna touch your northern soul
Ooh, your northern soul

Smoke that fag that you just stole
When your done I wanna touch your northern soul
Ooh, your northern soul

I′ll race you through the streets my little darlin'
And tell you all about my southern sun
Your humour rearranges the grim, grey factory faces
When no-one gets the joke then where′s the fun?

Likely lads out on patrol
The streets are safe if you just do what you've been told
Ooh, your northern soul


The girls are sharp and they're in control
They let you in to talk about their northern soul
Ooh, your northern souls

I tried so very hard to be a gentleman
You just want a rougher kind of man
You had your share of losers
And a thousand northern bruisers
I′m going to take you home now here′s my plan

(Here's my plan)

I wanna touch ya, I wanna reach ya
Wanna touch your northern soul
I wanna touch ya, I wanna reach ya
Wanna touch your northern soul
I wanna touch ya, I wanna reach ya
Wanna touch your northern soul