(Verse 1)

I feel like a peeping tom

When I watch myself get undressed

Put away your birthday suit

And shower in your sunday best

The laundromat will miss your quarters

Nickels, dimes, the dust in corners

Save it up to buy yourself a bigger coat and smaller chest

(Verse 2)

Grow yourself a lions mane just to shave it off again

Prove yourself or go insane

Thinking of what could have been

Steal the apple from the eye of carnivores in great disguise

Surprise them with the sweetened scent of blood, sugar, and cinnamon

(Chorus)

Cinnamon, cinnamon, oh

Blood, sugar, and cinnamon

Cinnamon, cinnamon, oh

Blood, sugar, and cinnamon