Teach me how to be all that you want
I will follow you into the sun
Kiss me, touch me, love me
Till I come to my senses
Hold me tight enough that I am numb
Move with me to the beat of the drum
I can taste the cinnamon and rum
In your skin, on your tongue
Trace me like a pen on paper
I can be your record player
Pouring rain in January
Sweeter than a bowl of cherries
All alone now
You can take control now
Undress all my secrets for you
So you know that I adore you
You got the gun, cinnamon sun
Tell me how to deal with what you put me through
I am naive baby this is all so new
Eyes are dark and dangerous I can barely move
(I can barely move)
You're old fashioned light me like a cigarette
I feel passion in the hands around my neck
I can taste the cinnamon and rum
In your skin on your tongue
Trace me like a pen on paper
I can be your record player
Pouring rain in January
Sweeter than a bowl of cherries
All alone now
You can take control now
Undress all my secrets for you
So you know that I adore you
You got the gun, cinnamon sun
