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      But 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   You give a sucker an even break, he'll lose it all, every time      The airborne starlings circle over the frozen fields   And the hollyhocks hang harmlessly and the old lion yields      But you've got me eating, you've got me eating   You've got me eating right out of your hands   Got me eating right out of your hands   Got me eating right out of your hands   Got me eating right out of your hands