Cinnamon

Fiendin', peekin' at the centerfolds

Cuttin' tinsel into gold

And hopin' you won't love me still

Mellow, cringin', ugly fellows

Mixin' water into gin

And chasin' it with cinnamon

Oh my God

Came down and roped me up

Marksman, shootin' apples off of heads

Jonesin' for a cigarette

With sloppy shots on purpose

Keepin' tabs on all my scrimmages

And crossin' out my closest friends

For someone I can't recommend

Oh my God

Came down and wrapped me up

Don't call it a ghost to my own

Oh, oh

Hmm

God got my life, a pretty life

It made me cry

Like a

Oh