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Song: The Queen Of Sheba

I'm justly known as the wisest one,
who talks to God as a favourite son,
I built the Temple of Solomon;
for in sacrifice is duty.

Your herald's drum is much discussed;
demonic rhythms, that tryst with trust.
A strumming beat and we're all percussed,
to celebrate your beauty.

I only know you've travelled far.
Might I take a punt, was it from Saba?
That land of dams and fragrant spa,
my exotic Queen of Sheba!

My exotic Queen of Sheba.
My erotic Queen of Sheba.
A gift from God; to all, a star!
My exotic Queen of Sheba.

Your PR man has earnt his crust,
but so much more, are you, and thus,
I, a wolf, am ravenous!
My erotic Queen of Sheba!

But now such hopes are turned to dust.
There's no escape, my mind's concussed.
For this is love, not merely lust;
I'm all at sea, or deeper.

My exotic Queen of Sheba.
My erotic Queen of Sheba.
In tantric arts, you raise the bar.
My exotic Queen of Sheba.

My exotic Queen of Sheba.
My erotic Queen of Sheba.
I must have been bewitched - you are:
my exotic Queen of Sheba!

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