The Song of Solomon
The song of everyone
Who walks the path
Of the solitary heart
The soul cries out
Hear a woman singing
Don't want
your bullshit yeah
Just want
your sexuality
Don't want
excuses yeah
Write me your
poetry in motion
Write it
just for me yeah
And sign it with a kiss
just take any line
Comfort me with apples
For I am sick of love
His left hand is
under my head
And his right hand
Doth embrace me
This is the
Song of Solomon
Here's a woman singing
Don't want
your bullshit yeah
Just want
your sexuality
Don't want
excuses yeah
Write me your
poetry in motion
Write it
just for me yeah
And sign it with a kiss
And I'll do it for you
I'll be the Rose
of Sharon for you
I'll do it for you
I'll be the Lily
of the Valley for you
I'll do it for you
I'll be Isolde
or Marion for you
I'll do it for you
Oh I'll come in a
hurricane for you
I'll do it for you
Wop-bam-boom
Wop bam boom
Don't want
your bullshit yeah
Just want
your sexuality