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you'd give her the world
the cinnamon girl
no name or number
you'd give her the world
the cinnamon girl
no name or number
can you tell me where we are?
she was lookin' like cinnamon
cinnamon
can you tell me where we are?
she was lookin' like cinnamon
cinnamon
as war drums beat in babylon
cinnamon girl starts 2 pray
eye've never heard a prayer like this 1
as war drums beat in babylon
cinnamon girl starts 2 pray
eye've never heard a prayer like this 1
i wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
i could be happy
i wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
i could be happy
i wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
i could be happy
i wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
i could be happy
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i wanna live with a cinnamon girl
i could be happy the rest of my life
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i wanna live with a cinnamon girl
i could be happy the rest of my life
and the buck and doe will sleep above the city
california hilltop mornin' in the gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown
california hilltop mornin' in the chaparral above the cinnamon town
and the buck and doe will sleep above the city
california hilltop mornin' in the gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown
california hilltop mornin' in the chaparral above the cinnamon town
sent to me from heaven
sally cinnamon you're my world
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sent to me from heaven
sally cinnamon you're my world
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oh cinnamon road
that's where we would go
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oh cinnamon road
that's where we would go
we'll build our walls aluminum
we'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
these currents pull us 'cross the border
we'll build our walls aluminum
we'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
these currents pull us 'cross the border
all of my heroes are women
and all of them are cinnamon
my cinnamon women
all of my heroes are women
and all of them are cinnamon
my cinnamon women
all of my heroes are women
and all of them are cinnamon
my cinnamon women
all of my heroes are women
and all of them are cinnamon
my cinnamon women
in a white t-shirt
over coffee stirring in the cinnamon
while you read me poetry by dead men
in a white t-shirt
over coffee stirring in the cinnamon
while you read me poetry by dead men
step aside
open wide. i wanna live with a cinnamon girl
i could be happy
step aside
open wide. i wanna live with a cinnamon girl
i could be happy
to take what's mine
that bitch the cinnamon spider
i won't try
to take what's mine
that bitch the cinnamon spider
i won't try
in the black of the night till the red morning light
and i said nah nah hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away
that's not right
in the black of the night till the red morning light
and i said nah nah hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away
that's not right
to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you. it won't do
to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you. it won't do
had my flash on bright
cinnamon shit
nigga ate pussy like he eatin' cinnamon sticks
had my flash on bright
cinnamon shit
nigga ate pussy like he eatin' cinnamon sticks
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my cinnamon apple
you know you did me wrong
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my cinnamon apple
you know you did me wrong
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c-c-c-cinnamon lips and candy kisses
on my tongue. fun!
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c-c-c-cinnamon lips and candy kisses
on my tongue. fun!