Right Out Of Your Hand
Please forgive meIf I appear unkindBut any fool can tell youIt's all in your mind
Down in the meadowThe old lion stirsPuts his hand 'cross his mouthHe has no use for words
Poor little girlWith your handful of snowPoor little girlHad no way to know
And you've got me eatingYou've got me eatingYou've got me eatingRight out of your hand
I mean you no harmWhen I tell you you're blindGive a sucker an even breakHe'll lose it all, every time
The airborne starlings circleOver the frozen fieldsThe hollyhocks hang harmlesslyAnd the old lion yields
And you've got me eatingYou've got me eatingYou've got me eatingRight out of your hand