| Song | Caramel |
| Artist | Cluster |
| Album | Berlin 61/89 - Wall Of Sound |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist:Suzanne Vega | |
| It won't do | |
| to dream of caramel, | |
| to think of cinnamon | |
| and long for you. | |
| It won't do | |
| to stir a deep desire, | |
| to fan a hidden fire | |
| that can never burn true. | |
| I know your name, | |
| I know your skin, | |
| I know the way | |
| these things begin; | |
| But I don't know | |
| how I would live with myself, | |
| what I'd forgive of myself | |
| if you don't go. | |
| So goodbye, | |
| sweet appetite, | |
| no single bite | |
| could satisfy... | |
| I know your name, | |
| I know your skin, | |
| I know the way | |
| these things begin; | |
| But I don't know | |
| what I would give of myself, | |
| how I would live with myself | |
| if you don't go. | |
| It won't do | |
| to dream of caramel, | |
| to think of cinnamon | |
| and long | |
| for you. |
| Artist: Suzanne Vega | |
| It won' t do | |
| to dream of caramel, | |
| to think of cinnamon | |
| and long for you. | |
| It won' t do | |
| to stir a deep desire, | |
| to fan a hidden fire | |
| that can never burn true. | |
| I know your name, | |
| I know your skin, | |
| I know the way | |
| these things begin | |
| But I don' t know | |
| how I would live with myself, | |
| what I' d forgive of myself | |
| if you don' t go. | |
| So goodbye, | |
| sweet appetite, | |
| no single bite | |
| could satisfy... | |
| I know your name, | |
| I know your skin, | |
| I know the way | |
| these things begin | |
| But I don' t know | |
| what I would give of myself, | |
| how I would live with myself | |
| if you don' t go. | |
| It won' t do | |
| to dream of caramel, | |
| to think of cinnamon | |
| and long | |
| for you. |
| Artist: Suzanne Vega | |
| It won' t do | |
| to dream of caramel, | |
| to think of cinnamon | |
| and long for you. | |
| It won' t do | |
| to stir a deep desire, | |
| to fan a hidden fire | |
| that can never burn true. | |
| I know your name, | |
| I know your skin, | |
| I know the way | |
| these things begin | |
| But I don' t know | |
| how I would live with myself, | |
| what I' d forgive of myself | |
| if you don' t go. | |
| So goodbye, | |
| sweet appetite, | |
| no single bite | |
| could satisfy... | |
| I know your name, | |
| I know your skin, | |
| I know the way | |
| these things begin | |
| But I don' t know | |
| what I would give of myself, | |
| how I would live with myself | |
| if you don' t go. | |
| It won' t do | |
| to dream of caramel, | |
| to think of cinnamon | |
| and long | |
| for you. |