Cinnamon Lip Songtext
von Pollyanna

Cinnamon lip, you′re headed for a breakdown
When you find all the words wind out
When you hear the conversation's fake sound
Cinnamon lip, you′ll wear the pants in his house
When you try a pair or five on
Zip it in, you'll feel just like a safe town
Cinnamon lip, you crack me up in corners
Pull me in with enamel line on
4 A.M., they've re-run Sons & Daughters
As I sink into this beer
Free, they know me here I′ve planned it
As I sell the things I own
If in town, saving alone
As you wake up crusty eyed
Felt the tremor pass you by
I′ve planned it
As you form a perfect sneer
You can't get that service here
Cinnamon lip, you′re headed for a breakdown
Cinnamon lip, you're headed for a breakdown