Our heroine is still seeking her lover, who has gone down to the garden to pick some herbs. He starts talking about how hot she is, with her goat's hair and full set of teeth.
But wait! He tells her that of his 60 queens and 80 concubines, she's the hottest, which makes this not so much a sweet poem about first love (if you can ignore the beatings, which I can't), but a ploy to add yet another woman to his harem, and if you remember that statistics, there are another 859 to come.
Not only that, our heroine is an only child, which is going to doubly disappoint her mother. But if it's any consolation, Solomon's other 140 wives all agree that this new one is the hottest of all of them.
He goes down to the garden to look for her, but somehow she has gone home, so he begs her to come back. Right. To being one among 140.