The Song Of Solomon

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

An' 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

Does 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

I'll come in a hurricane for you

I'll do it for you

Wop bam boom

Don't want your bullshit, yeah

Just want your sexuality