: God I've got no work to do...
: I can't figure out why you think Sally Cinnamon is a pink lover- can you tell me which bits you're on about?
: (I hope these lyrics are wrong by the way cos I always loved the line
: "In the pocket, of a jacket/ In a training town" and this version's much duller.): Until Sally I was never happy
: I needed so much more
: Rain clouds, oh they used to chase me
: Down they would pour
: Join my tears, allay my fears
: Sent to me from heaven
: Sally Cinnamon, your my world
: I pop pop pop blow blow bubble gum
: You taste of Cherryade
: There is something, hey, you must show me
: From what you are made
: Sugar and spice
: And all things nice
: Sent to me from heaven
: Sally Cinnamon, your my world
: You are my world
: Your eyes are gazing back from
: Every little piece of black
: You seem to smile from everything
: Sally Cinnamon
: You are my world
: Then I put the letter back in
: The place where it was found
: In a pocket of a jacket
: On a train in town
: Sent to her from heaven
: Sally Cinnamon, your her world
well i reckon the fella find a love letter in his mrs' jacket pocket fron another chick:
"sent to HER from heaven, Sally cinnamon your HER world"