K. Kulikova
K. is 62 years old.
She is the Lead Singer of Mistress Pigattir.
K. is also known as "Lady Miss Breakbeat".
K. is located in Madrid at Nightfall (MAD).
K. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.
We did it! I finally Klarified June Norton
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Honey, Cinnamon and Cloves
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Song Details
Honey, Cinnamon and Cloves is Anthem music in tempo Adagio. The music is mind melting and the lyrics are earth shaking. The song was written 11/8/2025 by K. Kulikova. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
44 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
40 |
| Genre: |
Electronica |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
11/9/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Turntable System
Lead Vocals
Special Lyrics
/* Merry Christmas */
[Verse 1]
Last December, you stirred the cider,
Honey thick on your spoon.
Cinnamon dust on your sweater,
Cloves like the stars in June.
We danced in the kitchen, two left feet,
Laughing at the mess we made.
Now the sugar’s turned to salt in my teeth,
And the recipe’s just a shade.
[Pre-Chorus]
I glued the ornament back together,
But the cracks still catch the light.
Every carol’s a splinter,
Every bulb’s a knife.
[Chorus]
Oh, honey, cinnamon, cloves in the air,
You’re the flavor that’s not there.
Baby, please come home—
The wreath’s still green, but the welcome’s gone.
Baby, please...
[Verse 2]
The mall Santa asked if I’ve been good,
I lied and said I’d tried.
Your scarf’s still hung by the chimney,
But the draft’s too sharp inside.
I burn the toast, let the candles drown,
Even the angels look away.
The stockings sag like my heart’s last sound,
An echo of “Merry” and “Okay.”
[Pre-Chorus]
I saved your note from the advent box,
Ink smudged like a half-erased vow.
Twenty-five days of pretending,
I don’t know how, I don’t know how...
[Chorus]
Oh, honey, cinnamon, cloves in the air,
You’re the flavor that’s not there.
Baby, please come home—
The snow’s a postcard, but the address is wrong.
Baby, please...
[Bridge]
So I’ll hang the mistletoe alone,
Kiss the ghost of your cologne.
If love’s a fire, then let it burn,
Let the ashes teach me how to learn.
That even embers glow—
Maybe next year, I’ll know, I’ll know...
[Instrumental Solo]
[Final Choruses (Building to Defiant Hope)]
(Soft)
Broken... Broken...
Oh, honey, cinnamon, cloves in the air...
(Stronger, angrier)
I’m done begging like a silent prayer.
(Big, defiant—key change!)
Baby, I’ll come home—
Not to your door, but the life I own.
And next December, when the spices rise,
I’ll taste the joy, not the compromise.
Oh, honey, cinnamon, cloves...
I’ll be the one who grows...
Record Releases
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