You smell like Cardamom
You left it on my pillow
The market (will) influx and it buries my hands in willow
The ancient act of third degree
What will i turn (out) to be?
Call the saints upon me
Call your eyes up on me, Cardamom
And that's why I like the morning
And that's why I like the morning
The way the sun searches for your skin
The pale yellow comes within
Sufficient lack if vitamin Y.O.U.
Tell me what to do, to please you
You smell like Cardamom
You left it on my pillow
And that's why I like the morning
And that's why I like the morning
And that's why I like the morning
And that's why I like the morning
You smell like Cardamom
You left it on my pillow
