Cinnamon Bread – Ryan Beatty
Nghệ sĩ: Ryan Beatty
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Bảng hợp âm và lời bài hát Cinnamon Bread – Ryan Beatty
Infinite Jest and cinnamon bread Why don't you make yourself at home?
When you open up, you close me in And cut me to the bone
Close as a kiss on the lip To the southern tip
Until you're red in the face Now you've got nothing to say
Now you've got nothing to say
Spring, summer, fall You were standing tall
Winning all of your basketball games
You galloped on the piano keys Like a Liberace fool
You hummed a little out of tune And somehow you sounded cool
I can't lie May, June, July I was a good guy
Then you came over that day Now I've got nothing to say
I must've left open the gate Now the dog is running away
If this goes on forever Could you ever keep me safe?
Like all the men you've lovedThe women you've loved
You tell me we're in this together When I know it's not the case
'Cause all the men you've loved The women you've loved
They all got something to say
They all got something to say
It couldn't keep me away