Cinnamon Stroll

作词 : Ultron-18

作曲 : Ultron-18

编曲 : Ultron-18

Your laugh pirouettes in leaf-piled air,

A stray curl caught in October’s dare.

Coffee rings map our booth’s veneer—

Two sugar packets dance too near.

Oh, cinnamon sway, cinnamon play,

We traded glances the jukebox way.

Your glove “accidentally” stole my napkin,

Now autumn’s jazz got new happenin’!

Scarf tails write tales on windy streets,

Your boot tapped Sousa’s hidden beats.

The diner’s neon winks in time,

As your knee starts rhyming with mine.

Oh, cinnamon sway, cinnamon play,

We traded glances the jukebox way.

Your glove “accidentally” stole my napkin,

Now autumn’s jazz got new happenin’!

Bop-ba-doo-bop, the moon’s a snare…

“Check please? Nah—keep the pot warm…”

Oh, cinnamon flame, cinnamon game,

We scribbled verse on a greasy menu frame.

That pie-cooling sill got mighty slow—

Now the jukebox croons our maybe-so…

“Same booth tomorrow? If it rains…”