So you start to breathe
Better late for sure
You don't want to pray
But your knees are on the ground
Apparently
That soft eye gaze
You've never kissed before
But you're in the right place
And your cinnamon to taste
Coffee in the morning
You hate to wash your hair
But I did it anyway
And who will put the straws
In your lemonade
If I'm not there
Then is it safe to say
You are eating out of my hand
Now it's been a year
Or more since I've
First looked into your eyes
And fallen on delay
Cinnamon to taste
Coffee in the morning
You hate to wash your hair
But I did it anyway
And who will put the straws
In your lemonade
If I'm not there
Then is it safe to say
You are eating out of my hand