Caramel — 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.