I feel like a peeping tom when i watch myself get undressed Put away your birthday suit and shower in your sunday best The laundromat will miss your quarters Nickels, dimes, the dust in corners Save it up to buy yourself a bigger coat and smaller chest Grow yourself a lions mane just to shave it off again Prove yourself or go insane thinking of what could have been Steal the apple from the eye Of carnivores in great disguise Surprise them with the sweetened scent of blood, sugar, and cinnamon Cinnamon, cinnamon, oh Blood, sugar, and cinnamon Cinnamon, cinnamon, oh Blood, sugar, and cinnamon