Soul, soul, who stole the soul? A blushing kid,nBut you're never too oldnnI once loved a girl, met her at a dancenPresented her proudly with the Flowers of romancenAll signs were good, I took her at her wordnLike thousands before me, I came with a glancennLeft there that night, no numbers did I getnOver the next two days I schemed and I weptnAn army of monkeys dialing random artifactsnThe monkeys they failed, the number's secret was keptnnTold myself you're a fool, but at my task I remainednSpared no pain on those monkeysnBy my wit they were maimednRan into her down south of this charming townnNoted the response haven't I seen you around?