I
wanna live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.
A dreamer
of pictures I run in the night
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
Ten silver
saxes, a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.
A dreamer
of pictures I run in the night
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon
girl.
Pa sent me
money now
I’m gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah...yeah...yeah.
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