Cinnamon

So the sun has a way of going
 straight to my head
 I get hazy and lazy,
 can't get from my bed
 So I lay there and stare
 at your seraphim hair
 For a while
 And it's crawlin', it's creepin',
 it's coverin' my skin
 I can't breath, I can't sleep,
 can't find anything
 Except your lips and your tongue
 and we're movin' as one
 Here as one
 Hey... just let me lay
 in your bed for a while
 Cause I'm drunk and
 I'm happy Inside of you
 And if this thing will help
 get you through
 Then It gets you through...
 It gets you through...
 It gets you through...
 And there's nothing else more I will do
 So your body is blushing
 like blood on a stone
 It's shift less, it's perfect
 like ebony bone
 From the touch of your skin
 to the secrets within ...
 Here within
 Oh and hey, just let me lay in
 your bed for a while
 Cause I'm drunk and
 I'm happy Inside of you
 And if this thing will help
 get you through
 Then It gets you through...
 It gets you through...
 It gets you through...
 And there's nothing else more I will do