Cinnamon Bread

Infinite chest 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’re standing tall

When I know 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

Like in like May, June, July

I was a good guy

And you came over that day

Now I've got nothing to say

I've must have left open the gate

And now the dog is running away

If this goes on forever

Could you ever keep me safe

Like I'm the men you have loved

The women you have loved

You tell me this when we're together

And I know it's not the case

Cause of the men you have loved

The women you have loved

They all got something to say

They all got somthing to say

They couldn't keep me away