The Song Of Solomon
The Song of SolomonThe song of everyoneWho walks the pathOf the solitary heartThe soul cries outHear a woman singing
Don't want your bullshit, yeahJust want your sexualityDon't want excuses, yeahWrite me your poetry in motionWrite it just for me, yeahAnd sign it with a kiss
Mmm, just take any line"Comfort me with applesFor I am sick of loveHis left hand is under my headAnd his right handDoth embrace me"This is the Song of SolomonHere's a woman singing
Don't want your bullshit, yeahJust want your sexualityDon't want your excuses, yeahWrite me your poetry in motionWrite it just for me, yeahAnd sign it with a kiss
And I'll do it for youI'll be the Rose of Sharon for youI'll do it for youI'll be the Lily of the Valley for youI'll do it for youI'll be Isolde or Marion for youI'll do it for youOoh I'll come in a hurricane for youI'll do it for youA wop bam boom
Don't want your bullshit, yeahJust want your sexuality