Cinnamon Hearts - Matthew Barber

We filled up on whiskey

We filled up on wine

We filled up on cinnamon hearts

And when we were done

Took our tingly tongues

And licked all our favorite parts

We drank ourselves dry

We stoned ourselves high

And wound up in somebody’s hedge

We dosed ourselves close to the edge

And over I don’t wanna go

Said, over I don’t wanna go

(whistling)

You smoke too much

And I’m such a lush

Together we’re quite the disgrace, so

You’ve got that innocent motherly touch

And I’ve got that rosy-cheeked face

We filled up on whiskey

We filled up on wine

We filled up on cinnamon hearts

And when we were done

Took our tingly tongues

And licked all our favorite parts

We drank ourselves dry

We stoned ourselves high

And wound up in somebody’s hedge

We dosed ourselves close to the edge

And over I don’t wanna go

Over I don’t wanna go