The Palm of Your Hand
You're playing games
You think I dont know
You THINK I'm so damn slow
because I smile shyly
and laugh at your jokes
You THINK you have me
right where you planned
in the palm of your hand...
Spread your fingers for me baby
looks empty to me...
you thought you met another...
"sweet lil' thang" you could use...
and discard when finished
But who's being played...
do you know baby?
What is it Im really thinking...
when I whisper "I love you always..."
in your ear...
you PLAYED with the wrong girl this time.
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