Nooooooooooooo,
Cinnabon comes
From the Dark Corners of your Mind ...
Hey, little girl, I tell you true
I'm as mean as a cobra thru and thru.
Don't care to be called what I ainīt.
I confess I'm a
cinna, not a saint.
Hey, hey, hey, little girl don't you mess around with me
'Cause, I'm just a
cinna not a saint.