Palms

My palm is a work of art,
my palm has got its own attitude,
my palm opens the door, closes the door,
my palm just rest on my arm.

My palm have 5 midgets,
each with different sizes and height,
avoid meeting the middle one,
he’s a little hot headed like the sun,
my palm is on your arm,
why don’t you give it a little rum.

My palm is going places,
can you come,
call my palm and we can talk like when we’re young,
imagine you and me holding hands with our sweaty palms,
the magician says, zam zam alakazam,
I’d say, meet you in The Palms.

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