Lyrics: Rab Mcgregor
Music: Arun Bhalla/Rab Mcgregor
Cinnamon I'll spend the week away
open the window and ill be there in the day
and if you count to nine
pour out the fancy wine
make it the nice red
i'll meet you back for bed
i'm fully exposed I need you to know love
follow the road ill take the rope up
(alright)
(woo)
anytime you feel up to the fight
bring me over make me feel right
don't be cranky on me
you know I feel my own way
now I'm caught in the road what was the hold up?
I'm fully exposed I need you to know love
Oh and cinnamon i'll spend the week away
open the window and i'll be there in the day
and if you count to nine
pour out the fancy wine
make it the nice red
i'll meet you back for bed
see ive been feeling sort of rough
the way you use your eyes around me
the kinda one you get from love
if you are down then of course I'm free
now come on ill take you home
darling don't be too Ernest
count to three
were a third alone
I know you pushed the furthest
I know your love
but baby I'm up enough
its hardly up and out
send me round
can I figure out
if I'm in on my own?
your riveting
but you don't
smell like home
cinnamon I'll spend the week away
open the window and i'll be there in the day
and if you count to nine
pour out the fancy wine
make it the nice red
i'll meet you back for bed
oh and anytime you feel up to the fight
bring me over make me feel right
don't be cranky on me
you know I feel my own way