Cinnamon in my coffee
Toes curled up under my feet
They told us of romance and poetry
Cakes bake to the sound of thunder
Sparse rain we’re dancing under
This isn’t how the world will be
The joy in an evening so morose
Relax as I hold you close
They tell us to take, take, take
Prepare as I embrace it all
I’m having a ball
They tell us to give, give, give
(Pitter, patter, pitter, patter)
For this, is what I live
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