(He was the first who ever touched me without hurting me)
You're the cinnamon in my tea
Brushes of fire, a touch of spicy
But behind all that lava sea
There's a hint of fleeting sweet
(hold me, love me, touch me, help me)
You're so fierce I push you away
But you dust my lips, so you stay
And second by second, your presence grows stronger
And the dull world doesn't seem as somber
(there's things i wanna talk about)
No one can handle you in more than small doses
But I can swear you taste like honey and roses
I found the sweetness in your spice
And nothing's been the same since that time
(you make me mad, i'm fire again)
Your fierceness now runs in my veins
And your sweet-spicy flavor remains
A cup of cinnamon tea
Cause you were the first to love me without hurting me
(pls go stream cinnamon girl, it's literally art)
