Cinnamon - Live
If I talk to you
Will you tell the truth?
Will you tell me what kind of perfume you use?
Cause he smells like Cinnamon
And usually
He smells like home
If I talk to you
Will you tell the truth?
Will you tell me what kind of perfume you use?
Cause he smells like Cinnamon
And you do too
But he's sweet
And he's kind
He is Cinnamon
In a fresh apple pie
And he's yours
And he's mine
He's not perfect
But he's closer than I
And I'm wiping my eyes
Cause he's cinnamon
But I wear Blythe
If I talk to you
I can tell the truth
I can tell you what kind of perfume I use
And it's not Cinnamon
But, I think you knew
You want him to choose
Cause you know he'll choose you
That's why you wear that perfume
When you go to his room
Cause it smells like Cinnamon
And you do too
But he's sweet
And he's kind
He is Cinnamon
In a fresh apple pie
And he's yours
And he's mine
He's not perfect
But he's closer than I
And I'm wiping my eyes
Cause he's cinnamon
And he's not mine
He's not mine
He's not mine
He's not mine
And if he's walking away
Can you tell him to stay?
You can have him on weekends
But please don't take
The best part
Of my day
But he's sweet
And he's kind
He is Cinnamon
In a fresh apple pie
And he's yours
And he's mine
He's not perfect
But he's closer than I
And I'm wiping my eyes
Cause he's cinnamon
And he's not mine
He's not mine
He's not mine
Will you tell the truth?
Will you tell me what kind of perfume you use?
Cause he smells like Cinnamon
And usually
He smells like home
If I talk to you
Will you tell the truth?
Will you tell me what kind of perfume you use?
Cause he smells like Cinnamon
And you do too
But he's sweet
And he's kind
He is Cinnamon
In a fresh apple pie
And he's yours
And he's mine
He's not perfect
But he's closer than I
And I'm wiping my eyes
Cause he's cinnamon
But I wear Blythe
If I talk to you
I can tell the truth
I can tell you what kind of perfume I use
And it's not Cinnamon
But, I think you knew
You want him to choose
Cause you know he'll choose you
That's why you wear that perfume
When you go to his room
Cause it smells like Cinnamon
And you do too
But he's sweet
And he's kind
He is Cinnamon
In a fresh apple pie
And he's yours
And he's mine
He's not perfect
But he's closer than I
And I'm wiping my eyes
Cause he's cinnamon
And he's not mine
He's not mine
He's not mine
He's not mine
And if he's walking away
Can you tell him to stay?
You can have him on weekends
But please don't take
The best part
Of my day
But he's sweet
And he's kind
He is Cinnamon
In a fresh apple pie
And he's yours
And he's mine
He's not perfect
But he's closer than I
And I'm wiping my eyes
Cause he's cinnamon
And he's not mine
He's not mine
He's not mine
Credits
Writer(s): Harriet Perring
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