The Chosen - Meshell Ndegeocello

Your lips

Are like strands of scarlet

Your mouth is my temple

Your neck's like the tower of david

Shields my tunic

Your breast's are like falls

Which feed among the lilies

Until the day breaks

To the sweet day breaks

Come bare your soul to me

Come bare your soul to me

Come bare your soul to me

You ravish my heart

Come bare your soul to me

I am dark

And lovely

If there are chosen

Then chosen is me

I sleep but my heart is awakened

By the voice

Of my beloved

Bathed in the scent

Of sweet myrrh

Come bare your soul to me

Come bare your soul to me

Come bare your soul to me

You ravish my heart

Come bare your soul to me

Come

Come bare your soul

Come bare your soul to me

Your lips

Your lips

Are like strands of scarlet

Come bare your soul to me

Come

Come

Come