On the walls of my home
There are signs that I’m alone
I keep on every light
Talk to my dog, he don’t mind
Eat my breakfast in the nude
Lemon water, living room
Home is where I’m feminine
Smells like citrus and cinnamon
Cinnamon, cinnamon…
I’m not lonely, I am free
But if I let you in, you would never want to leave
If ever I let you in
Cinnamon
I’m not lonely, babe, I am free (finally)
I’m not lonely, babe, I am free
Cinnamon…