Lyrics
I want to live with a Cinnamon Girl;
I could be happy the rest of my life
with a Cinnamon Girl.
A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night;
you see us together chasin' the moonlight,
my Cinnamon Girl.
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow,
the drummer relaxes and waits between shows
for his Cinnamon Girl.
A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night;
you see us together chasin' the moonlight,
my Cinnamon Girl.
Pa, send me money now,
I'm gonna make it somehow,
I need another chance.
You see, your baby loves to dance;
yeah, yeah, yeah.