The song of Solomon
The song of everyone
Who walks the path
Of the solitary heart
The soul cries out
Here's a woman singing
Don't want your bullsh*t, 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
Does embrace me
This is the song of Solomon
Don't want your bullsh*t, 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
I'll be the rose of Sharon for you
I'll be the lily of the valley for you
I'll be Isolde or Marion for you
I'll come in a hurricane for you
I'll do it for you
Wop bam boom
(Wop bam boom)
Don't want your bullsh*t, yeah
Just want your sexuality
(Wop bam boom)
Write it just for me
And sign it with a kiss
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