Destruction Is In The Palm Of Her Hands Read Count : 59

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She wields my heart.

Destruction remains in the palms of her hands,

Her touches are oh so shape

Yet, so pleasing to withstand.

Flying high in a friendly sky

So high, without coming down,

Rest of the folks lay weary and die

Without ever leaving the ground.

Don’t brother to understand me,

I’m going off to rest in the place

Where good feeling takes me,

A naïve mind, it’s destined to forsake me

Oh god, but I always go crazy

When I can’t be played by this lady.

Well I know I’m addicted in the end

To a woman who makes puppets out of men,

Oh yes lord I am.

She holds my heart in her hands

A long way from home, I’m unsure if I’ll see them again,

Oh baby, I’m weary if you even understand

How destruction is in the palms of your hands.

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  • Feb 17, 2019

  • Feb 17, 2019

  • why she is woe..man women

    Mar 02, 2019

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