infinite just in cinnamon bread why don't you make yourself at home when you open up you close me in and cut me to the Bone close as a kiss on the lip to the southern tip until you're red in the face now you got nothing to say now you've got nothing to say spring summer fall you standing tall when in all of your basketball games you GED on the piano keys like a Liberace fool you humed a little Out Of Tune and some you SED cool I can't lie May June July I was a good guy than you came over that day now I've got nothing to say I must have left open the gate now the dog is running away if this goes on forever could you ever keep me save like all the men you Beloved the women you beloved you tell me we're in this together when I know it's not the case cuz all the men you love the women you love they got something say they are got something to say you couldn't give me away oh