| Please forgive me
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| If I appear unkind
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| But any fool can tell you
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| It’s all in your mind
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| Down in the meadow
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| The old lion stirs
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| As his hands cross his mouth
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| He has no use for word
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| Poor little girl
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| With your hand full of snow
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| Poor little girl
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| Had no way to know
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| You’ve got me eatin'
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| You’ve got me eatin' out
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| You’ve got me eatin' right outta your hands
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| Or the frozen field
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| And the hollyhocks hang harmlessly
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| And the old lion kneels
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| But you’ve got me eatin'
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| You’ve got me eatin'
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| You’ve got me eatin' right outta your hands
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| Got me eatin' right outta your hands
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| Got me eatin' right outta your hands
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| Got me eatin' right outta your hands, babe
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| Got me eatin' right outta your hands |