Right Out of Your Hand (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

Please forgive me If I appear unkind But any fool can tell you It's all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs Puts his hand 'cross his mouth He has no use for words Poor little girl With your handful of snow Poor little girl Had no way to know And you've got me eating You've got me eating You've got me eating Right out of your hand I mean you no harm When I tell you you're blind Give a sucker an even break He'll lose it all, every time The airborne starlings circle Over the frozen fields The hollyhocks hang harmlessly And the old lion yields And you've got me eating You've got me eating You've got me eating Right out of your hand