"Come lie with me" would make more sense, under the circumstances! here's a parody to lighten your day:

BARB'RY ALLEN PARODY
(Child #84 - parody by Casey Casebeer, based on Barb'ry Allen 2 in DT database)

In Scarlet Town where I was born
There was a hot girl dwellin'
Made every youth cry well-a-day
Her name was Barb'ry Allen.

'Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds they were swellin'
Sweet William on his death-bed lay
For the love of Barb'ry Allen.

He sent her text messages a-many,
For she had blocked his emails,
Said, "I am sick and very sick
for love of Barb'ry Allen."

Then she put on her skinny jeans,
And speed-walked to his condo,
She brought her mace and pepper spray
In case he was some wierdo

And slowly, slowly she walked up
(the elevator's broken)
And the only word to him did say
"Young man, you must be smokin'."

"Oh, yes, I'm sick, I'm very very sick,
I never will be better,
Until I have the love of one
The love of Barb'ry Allen."

"Oh, ken ye not in yonder club
while drinking Irish coffee,
You bought free drinks for the whole damn bar
But you slighted Barb'ry Allen."

"Oh yes, I ken, I ken it well,
while drinking Irish coffee;
I did not send a glass to you,
I thought you were a vegan."

As she walked out in the green, green fields.
His death bells they were knellin'.
She did not hear a single stroke,
She had cranked up her iPod.

Her eyes looked east, her eyes looked west,
A-searching for a Starbucks
His funeral came and passed her by
While she was checking e-mail.

"Oh, father, oh, father, go dig my grave,
Go dig it deep and narrow.
Sweet William died for me today;
I saw it all on Facebook."

They buried her in the old churchyard,
Sweet William's grave was nigh her,
And from his heart grew a red, red rose,
And from her heart a brier.

They grew and they grew to the old church-top,
Till they could grow no higher,
The passersby took iPhone shots
And it all went viral on YouTube.

CAC