As soon as she walks in the room
She leaves a trail of broken hearts, broken souls, and broken men
The cat calls fall, she glides through it all
Content in her purpose
They try to pick her up, chasing her like she's a dream
They offer cheap lines, but that girl don't need that scene
She passes over all, stumble as they fall
Caught in their own wreckage
It's the wanting, that bittersweet desire
It's the waiting for that moment to transpire
It's such a simple thing I have to let her know
All I need's her cinnamon, maybe just a hello
Party's over, the dream slips away
Out of the dark, into the day
If I could just, say to her
Would it be, cinnamon or poison
It's the wanting, that bittersweet desire
It's the waiting for that moment to transpire
It's such a simple thing I have to let her know
All I need's her cinnamon, maybe just a hello
