I listen to the wind, the wind of my soul.
I can't tell a joke to save my soul. It's just not my thing, though I love to listen to jokes.
I must follow the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.
I sold my soul to the devil. I'd like to thank the devil.
My soul, how will I recognize you if we meet?
I just bared my soul to you and all I get is an ‘okay’?