Little Red Riding Hood
Didn't your mama warn you about the wolf
I ain't the man for a girl like you
Run little girl run...lest my horrid nature shines true
Your eyes like rays of light to my dead soul
One touch from you and I'll lose control
If I had a heart, at your feet I'd gladly surrender
Can I hold out? Will I make you my supper?
Questions...and I have no answers
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