SONG INFORMATION
Song: Palm of Your Hand
Artist: Frank
Featured On: Devil’s Got Your Gold (2006)
Written By: Bryony Afferson, Lauren Blake, Helena Dowling, Hayley Holt, Miranda Cooper, Brian Higgins, Nick Coler, Tim Powell, Shawn Lee
Produced By: Xenomania
“Palm of Your Hand” is a song recorded by Frank for inclusion on their debut album “Devil’s Got Your Gold”. The song is featured as the twelfth and final track on the album. The song is registered on ASCAP with the girls listed as writers.
LYRICS
Kiss ass just to get ahead
Kiss ass just to get ahead
Kiss ass just to get ahead
Kiss ass just to get ahead
Just to get ahead
Masquerade your marmalade
And think that I can’t tell
A little work and attitude
I’ve broken through your shell
Turn your alter ego on and look me in the eye
I can’t find you, I can’t find you
Got you right between your lies
A fortune teller couldn’t do it better
Hey, what’s that all around
And I’ve been looking
At what you’re cooking up
Yeah, yeah, yeah-e-yeah
My superficial vision ain’t no good
Dig a little deeper, get your gold
Your soul is crying out
From the palm of your hand
The palm of your hand
I’ve got the palm of your hand
I’ve got the palm of your hand
Do, do you feel, do you feel, do you feel it too
I slide myself beneath your skin
My finger’s trigger happy
I heard the music in your swing
And most of it was trashy
Before you open up your head
I’ve written down your story
And I’ll be waiting long before
You even know you’re sorry
A fortune teller couldn’t do it better
Hey, what’s that all around
And I’ve been looking
At what you’re cooking up
Yeah, yeah, yeah-e-yeah
My superficial vision ain’t no good
Dig a little deeper, get your gold
Your soul is crying out
From the palm of your hand
The palm of your hand
I’ve got the palm of your hand
I’ve got the palm of your hand
Do, do you feel, do you feel, do you feel it too
So you dress how you think the pretty do
And ya, and you pout for the guys you wanna screw
And ya kiss ass just to get ahead
Just to get ahead in your goddamn bed
and I think you know, it’s gonna blow
Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do
When the truth spills out and comes to you
And I’ve been looking
At what you’re cooking up
Yeah, yeah, yeah-e-yeah
My superficial vision ain’t no good
Dig a little deeper, get your gold
Your soul is crying out
From the palm of your hand
The palm of your hand
I’ve got the palm of your hand
I’ve got the palm of your hand
Do, do you feel, do you feel, do you feel it too
Do, do you feel, do you feel, do you feel it too