Chapter 5, verse 1

I come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
I gather my myrrh with my spice,
I eat my honeycomb with my honey,
I drink my wine with my milk.

Eat, friends, drink,
and be drunk with love.

Drunk in Love

We woke up in the kitchen saying,
“How the hell did this shit happen?”
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club

Song of Solomon

Chapter 1, verses 12-14

While the king was on his couch,
my nard gave forth its fragrance.
My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh
that lies between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
in the vineyards of En-gedi.

Drunk in Love

No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I’m drinking,
Park it in my lot 7-11
I’m rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I’m drinking, get my brain right
Armand de brignac, gangster wife
Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out

Song of Solomon 7:10 – Photo by Sapphire Dream Photography via Flickr (http://bit.ly/1aD6cqt)

Song of Solomon

Chapter 8, verses 8-10

We have a little sister,
and she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister,
on the day when she is spoken for?
If she is a wall,
we will build upon her a battlement of silver;
but if she is a door,
we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
I was a wall,
and my breasts were like towers;
then I was in his eyes
as one who brings peace.

Drunk in Love

Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I’m swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body
Been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good

Song of Solomon

Chapter 6, verses 5-7

Your hair is like a flock of goats,
moving down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,
that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins,
and not one among them is bereaved.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.

Beyonce and Jay Z at the O2 in London – Photo by idrewuk via Wikimedia Commons (http://bit.ly/M5QZT2)

Drunk in Love

(Jay Z)

We sex again in the morning, your breastases is my breakfast
We going in, we be all night

Song of Solomon

Chapter 4, verse 5

Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle,
that feed among the lilies.