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F#m D/F#
F#m D/F#
[Verse 1]
F#m D/F#Young girl or a pretty meal?
F#m D/F#The line is just so fine,
F#m D/F#Little Red walked out alone,
F#m D/F#Joining the buffet of the night.
Bm C#m D/F#See the wolves, they wait and watch and howl hoping for a bite,
Bm C#m D/F#Of fresh meat on a busy street, the minute you're out of sight,
F#m D/F# Little Red walked out alone,
F#m D/F#Joining the buffet of the night.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
F#mBut Little Red, she knows these streets,
F#mSo why should she be afraid?
F#mShe walks out with her blood-red cloak,
F#mLittle Red, his favourite shade,
F#mYou'll attract the wrong attention,
F#mWearing colours such as those,
F#m F#mBoys will be boys, wolves will be wolves,
N.C.
But what does mother know?
[Chorus]
F#m D Feed us your girls,
AThe wolves shout out,
BmFeed us the ones with curves, the ones without,
F#m D Feed us your girls,
DFrom plate to mouth,
A GHoney, you're the entrée when you dress like that,
F#m D/F#And mother's not around.
[Verse 2]
F#m D/F#Dawn arrives and dinner scraps,
F#m D/F#Are on the street from just last night,
F#m D/F#People whisper, it's her fault,
F#m D/F#With a red so very bright.
Bm C#m D/F#A silly girl, a common whore,
BmSomeone cover up that sight,
C#m D/F# F#m D/F#No one likes to see leftovers by the dawning light . . .,
F#m D/F#And there's a buffet every night.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
F#mLittle Red, she knew those woods,
D/F#Each tree and every stone,
F#mDoesn't matter either way,
D/F#When there's a wolf inside your home.
F#mYou can hear the growling,
D/F#So you throw the dog a bone,
F#mYou'll catch more bees with honey dear,
N.C.
But what does mother know?
[Chorus]
F#m D Feed us your girls,
AThe wolves shout out,
BmFeed us the ones with curves, the ones without,
F#m D Feed us your girls,
DFrom plate to mouth,
A GHoney, you're the entrée when you dress like that.
[Bridge]
F#mLittle Red was not a meal,
F#mA little girl is not a tease,
F#m F#mA cloak is not an invitation for what's underneath.
F#mOur no, does not mean, yes,
F#mThere's no riddle, there's no test,
F#m F#mBlood-red clothes alone at night shouldn't equal death.
F#mBut the wolves are very hungry,
D/F#Gnashing pointed teeth,
F#mDon't care what the wrappers like,
D/F#It'll eat you if you breathe.
F#mSo maybe it doesn't matter,
D/F#How we choose to wrap our skin,
F#m'Cause you'd prefer to blame the girl,
D/F#Then deal with your own sin.
[Outro]
F#m D Feed us your girls,
AThe wolves shout out,
BmFeed us the ones with curves, the ones without,
F#m D Feed us your girls,
DFrom plate to mouth,
A G GHoney, you're the entrée when you dress like that,
N.C.
And mother's not around.
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