The Song of Salomon

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 sing it with a kiss
 Mmm, 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
 Ooh I'll come in a hurricane for you
 I'll do it for you
 A wop-bam-boom
 Don't want your bullshit, yeah
 Just want your sexuality