Song of Songs

Yo a song for my beloved, the girl whom I covet

You’re my Jewish princess who can also act rugged

When you say you’ll do something I know you’ve got it covered

Don’t matter what you do my view of you ain’t never coloured

You got brains but you don’t need no Cambridge First

Although it’s true I could do an awful lot worse

You always there to support, when it’s time to drop a verse

Whether gigging to the masses or just to rehearse

You are the perfect host, but you ain’t one to boast

You drop banter with my boys and jokes with my folks

No need to coax you out, you the centre of the crowd

Vivacious, outrageous, but never too proud

You’re the only one, who can truly show me

That you can penetrate my mind, and really know me

I need you in my life on my own it’s too lonely

That’s why I write this song, for you and you only

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To my beloved, wherever you be

I write this for you, now hear my decree

Believe me girl, I know where you belong

I write this for you, it is my Song of Songs

To my beloved, now that you know

I’ve been inspired by that poet from all that time ago

Come to me girl, I’ve been waiting so long

I write this for you, it is my Song of Songs

Behold you are fair girl, you are fair

You’re like a lily among thorns, I can’t help but stare

Honey drips from your scarlet lips girl I swear

You are without blemish, beauty’s true heir

I drink your love, and it’s better than wine

You’re more fragrant than all spices found over time

Teeth white like sheep, when you smile they shine

Let me into your garden where we can intertwine

Navel round like a goblet, joints like jewels

You stand tall like the palm, your eyes are fish pools

Give me your grape clusters, the sweetness of your tongue

My beloved is to me, she is but one

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To my beloved, you are an inspiration

The personification of the girl for whom I’m waiting

You’ve got witty repartee and can hold a conversation

The kind of girl for whom life is a celebration

You’ve got huge dedication, to the Jewish nation

An Eishet Chayil, a woman worth praising

Got no hesitation when asked for a donation

Testament to the glory of God’s creation

You always calm girl, we tight, that’s why we never fight

You’re wise, I know you only ever do what’s right

It must be said, you’re well-read, and as your thoughts take flight

We debate, deliberate until late in the night

I profess, my chest, longs for your caress

I attest you’re the best, won’t settle for any less

I’m possessed, girl, and feel I must confess

Through my Song of Songs, about my distress

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