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 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 Mmm, just take any line (just take any line) "Comfort me with apples (comfort me) For I am sick of love (sick of love) His left hand is under my head (his left hand) And his right hand (his right hand) Doth embrace me" This is the Song of Solomon Don't want your bullshit, yeah Just want your sexuality Don't want your excuses, yeah Write me your poetry in motion Write it just for me, yeah And sign it with a kiss (I wonder) I'll be the Rose of Sharon for you (I wonder) I'll be the Lily of the Valley for you (I wonder) I'll be Isolde or Marion for you (I wonder) Oh, I'll come in a hurricane for you I'll do it for you Ooh-wop-bam-boom (wop-bam-boom) Don't want your bullshit, yeah I just want your sexuality (wop-bam-boom) Write it just for me And sign it with a kiss