Cinnabon
cinnabon, cinnabon, cinnabon
I wish I was the one,
too eat that cinnabon
Many many months,
without a cinnabon
makes me want to kill a mon
cinnabon cinnabo cinnabon
way better than pokemon
i like to run in the sun
and dry up like a raisin
nut please no rasin, on my cinnabon
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