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 s*xuality 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 s*xuality 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 s*xuality