Solomon’s Baby

The days keep on splitting
and the hours are filled with strife.
I see you are crying in the kitchen,
cutting up some onions with a knife.
And the rings fall from the table,
but I don’t know which one of them makes you my wife.
You’ve become so many people,
and it’s so hard to hold them all in just one life.

Oh, but I’m still so in love, honey, so in love.
I’d do anything to keep you from pain.
I’m still so in love, honey, so in love.
I’d give you up, never doubting I’d get you back again.

The nights keep on splitting.
You share some with me and some with him.
I just try to feel things deeply.
I don’t complain or ever ask you where you’ve been.
But if a bucket has no bottom,
what’s the use in trying to fill it to the brim?
You’ve become so many people,
and it’s so hard to hold on to all of them.

Oh, but I’m still so in love, honey, so in love.
I’d do anything to keep you from pain.
I’m still so in love, honey, so in love.
I’d give you up, never doubting I’d get you back again.

I’ve read King Solomon loved a woman.
He loved her more than his own throne.
Half of her wanted to stay with him;
the other half wanted to roam.
But he would not cut his love in half,
so he let his woman wander on alone.
He had a heart that stayed whole
and there’s nothing greater any man can own.

Don’t you see I’m still in love, honey, so in love?
I’d do anything to keep you from pain.
I’m still so in love, honey, so in love.
I’d give you up, never doubting
I’d give you up, never doubting
I’d give you up, never doubting I’d get you back again.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2011)

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