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C#m B/Cm
C#m B/Cm
[Verse 1]
C#m B/CmYoung girl or a pretty meal?
C#m B/CmThe line is just so fine,
C#m B/CmLittle Red walked out alone,
C#m B/CmJoining the buffet of the night.
Gm F#m B/CmSee the wolves, they wait and watch and howl hoping for a bite,
Gm F#m B/CmOf fresh meat on a busy street, the minute you're out of sight,
C#m B/Cm Little Red walked out alone,
C#m B/CmJoining the buffet of the night.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
C#mBut Little Red, she knows these streets,
C#mSo why should she be afraid?
C#mShe walks out with her blood-red cloak,
C#mLittle Red, his favourite shade,
C#mYou'll attract the wrong attention,
C#mWearing colours such as those,
C#m C#mBoys will be boys, wolves will be wolves,
N.C.
But what does mother know?
[Chorus]
C#m B Feed us your girls,
FThe wolves shout out,
GmFeed us the ones with curves, the ones without,
C#m B Feed us your girls,
BFrom plate to mouth,
F BHoney, you're the entrée when you dress like that,
C#m B/CmAnd mother's not around.
[Verse 2]
C#m B/CmDawn arrives and dinner scraps,
C#m B/CmAre on the street from just last night,
C#m B/CmPeople whisper, it's her fault,
C#m B/CmWith a red so very bright.
Gm F#m B/CmA silly girl, a common whore,
GmSomeone cover up that sight,
F#m B/Cm C#m B/CmNo one likes to see leftovers by the dawning light . . .,
C#m B/CmAnd there's a buffet every night.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
C#mLittle Red, she knew those woods,
B/CmEach tree and every stone,
C#mDoesn't matter either way,
B/CmWhen there's a wolf inside your home.
C#mYou can hear the growling,
B/CmSo you throw the dog a bone,
C#mYou'll catch more bees with honey dear,
N.C.
But what does mother know?
[Chorus]
C#m B Feed us your girls,
FThe wolves shout out,
GmFeed us the ones with curves, the ones without,
C#m B Feed us your girls,
BFrom plate to mouth,
F BHoney, you're the entrée when you dress like that.
[Bridge]
C#mLittle Red was not a meal,
C#mA little girl is not a tease,
C#m C#mA cloak is not an invitation for what's underneath.
C#mOur no, does not mean, yes,
C#mThere's no riddle, there's no test,
C#m C#mBlood-red clothes alone at night shouldn't equal death.
C#mBut the wolves are very hungry,
B/CmGnashing pointed teeth,
C#mDon't care what the wrappers like,
B/CmIt'll eat you if you breathe.
C#mSo maybe it doesn't matter,
B/CmHow we choose to wrap our skin,
C#m'Cause you'd prefer to blame the girl,
B/CmThen deal with your own sin.
[Outro]
C#m B Feed us your girls,
FThe wolves shout out,
GmFeed us the ones with curves, the ones without,
C#m B Feed us your girls,
BFrom plate to mouth,
F B BHoney, you're the entrée when you dress like that,
N.C.
And mother's not around.
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