Cinnamon Lyrics by Tom Grennan
Dinner can wait, call the fire brigade
My itty, bitty heart’s running renegade
Let’s start the show, just skin and bones talking
Take you to dessert and put your cherry on top
I’ll get to know ya better through the starts and the stops
It’s hard to meet your *** walking
This is the definition of character building
The definition of existence
The definition of what’s right tonight and every other night
You’re a real hot head with a body to match
I’m throwing out a line ’cause I’m hoping to catch
Your [?] is sweet to me, baby
(My cinnamon, my cinnamon)
God damn, I want your autograph
They don’t know who you are, but the cameras still flash
Your [?] is sweet to me, baby
(My cinnamon, my cinnamon)
Hey (Hey)
Tell me how you’re moving in slow mo (Slow mo)
Honey, when we’re finished, I’m coma [?]
Oh, my, my, oh, me
This is the definition of character building
The definition of existence
The definition of what’s right tonight and every other night
You’re a real hot head with a body to match
I’m throwing out a line ’cause I’m hoping to catch
Your [?] is sweet to me, baby
(My cinnamon, my cinnamon)
God damn, I want your autograph
They don’t know who you are, but the cameras still flash
Your [?] is sweet to me, baby
(My cinnamon, my cinnamon)
Time, time to drink your holy water
Time to bow down at your altar
Time to let me [out to?] waste
You’re a real hot head with a body to match
I’m throwing out a line ’cause I’m hoping to catch
Your [?] is sweet to me, baby
(My cinnamon, my cinnamon)
God damn, I want your autograph
They don’t know who you are, but the cameras still flash
Your [?] is sweet to me, baby
(My cinnamon, my cinnamon)