Tell me what is on your mind Help me 'cause I'd like to know What the hell is going on? Never thought I'd sing this song Let's not get started with the
Sneakin down your alley way And knockin' on your door Thought I had enough But I'm back for more Cinnamon, let me in Knock, knock, let me in I won't
We sing Lord, we've got to keep on moving Lord, we've got to get on down Lord, we've got to keep on grooving Where I can't be found Oh, Lord, they coming
I'd like to sing a story for you Here's what I'd sing if I could impress you Hear me, can you hear me? Hear me, can you hear me? Hear me, can you hear
He's a perfect stranger Like a cross of himself and a fox He's a feeling arranger And a changer of the ways he talks He's the unforseen danger The keeper
Don?t the flowers at your feet smell sweet Well, it sure smells sweet to me And don?t the moon way up high shine bright Well, it sure shines bright to
My attempts to freeze the time Where failours But I have been close Intents I had you could divine And I'm aware Of boring those Who never really did
Growin' up on Cinnamon Street Everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet It's seven o'clock, the breakfast treat Now the school bus is here,
Have you ever had that fresh clean breath? Empty fresh and better ??? crush Get them hot ??? ?????? ??????
Ronaldo Bastos) E morena quem temperou? Cigana quem temperou? O cheiro do cravo. E cigana quem temperou? Morena quem temperou? A cor de canela. A lua
by Bobby Capo Que se quede el infinito sin estrellas o que pierda el ancho mar su immensidad Pero el negro de tus ojos que no muera Y el canela de tu
Morena quem temperou? Cigana quem temperou? O cheiro do cravo Cigana quem temperou? Morena quem temperou? A cor de canela A lua morena A dan do vento
Que se quede el infinito sin estrellas,o que pierda el ancho mar su inmensidad,pero el brillo de tus ojos que no muera,y el canela de tu piel se quede
Growing up on cinnamon street. Everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet, It's seven o'clock, the breakfast treat. Now the schoolbus is here
Oh, Cinnamon Road That's where we would go to try and feel better Oh, hot summer breeze The tops of the trees reachin' forever So you take all the things
If you ask Uncle Charlie, He'll give you some elderberry wine If you ask Uncle Charlie, He'll give you some elderberry wine It may be what you want But
Do you believe that you're dead when you die Or do you believe in a soul You have the power to mess with their minds You've got them under control Everybody
Sun through the curtains, I gave you a sign, The birds were all quiet, You were so quiet, Some hear a call, Some are the messengers, I thumb through