The Song Of Solomon [The Red Shoes]

                                (Mmm, mmm, song of Solomon)

                The Song of Solomon

                                (Solomon)

                The song of everyone

                                (Everyone)

                Who walks the path

                                (Walk the path)

                Of the solitary heart

                                (Walk the path)

                The soul cries out

                                (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 sign it with a kiss

                                Oh.

                                (Just take)

                Mmm, just take any line

                                (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"

                                (Solomon)

                This is the Song of Solomon

                                (Solomon)

                Here's a woman singing

                                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

                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 ya

                I'll do it for you

                A wop bam boom

                                "Wop bam boom"

                                Don't want your bullshit, yeah

                                Just want your sexuality