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, hurry up and grab a seat. All
The dreams are tiny ones, another week has just begun on Cinnamon Street.
There was a girl on Cinnamon Street, the same
Age as me, we shared the curiosity. I won her
Heart, cos I could play guitar. Well I promised her
Heaven at once and later all the stars. But it all
Remained the same cos things can never
Change on Cinnamon Street.
I can hear my heartbeat the very first time we
Made love, life was a lazy rest in the sun. Later
We went dancing, staying up all night
Long - playing all our favourite songs,
Cinnamon songs: Oh oh na na na na na.
I say goodbye to Cinnamon Street. Springtime
Is here and the air is so dry and sweet. I walk
In a cloud, the smell of cinnamon bread, it's in
My blood since the day I was born 'til I wake
Up... dead. And the sun is smiling gently,
Funny shade of red, Cinnamon Street.
I still feel my heartbeat the very first time we
Made love, life was a lazy day in the sun. Later
We went dancing, hanging out all night
Long - singing all our favourite songs,
Cinnamon songs: Oh oh na na na na na na.