Feed Us Your Girls

A young girl or a pretty meal

The line is just so fine

Little red walked out alone

Joining the buffet of the night

See the wolves they wait and watch and howl hoping for a bite

Of fresh meat on a busy street the minute you're out of sight

Little red walked out alone

Joining the buffet of the night

But Little red, she knows these streets,

so why should she be afraid?

She walks out with her blood red cloak

But Reds his favourite shade

You'll attract the wrong attention

wearing colours such as those

Boys will be boys, wolves will be wolves

But what does mother know!

Feed us your girls

The wolves shout out

Feed us the ones with curves the ones without

Feed us your girls

From plate to mouth

Honey you're the entree when you dress like that

And mothers not around

Dawn arrives and dinner scraps

Are on the street from just last night

People whisper 'it's her fault

with a red so very bright '

A silly girl

A common whore

Someone cover up that sight

No one likes to see leftovers by the dawning light

Little Red walked out alone

Joining the buffet of the night

But Little Red she knew those woods

Each tree and every stone

Doesn't matter either way

When there's a wolf inside your Home

You can hear the growling

So You throw the dog a bone

You'll catch more bees with honey dear

But what does mother know

Feed us your girls

The wolves shout out

Feed us the ones with curves the ones without

Feed us your girls

From plate to mouth

Honey you're the entree when you dress like that

And mothers not around

Little Red was not a meal

a little girl is not a tease

A cloak is not an invitation for what's underneath

Our no does not mean yes

Theres no riddle, there's no test

Blood Red clothes alone at night shouldn't equal death

But the wolves are very hungry

Gnashing pointed teeth

Don't care what the wrappers like

It'll eat you if you breathe

So maybe it doesn't matter

How we cover up our skin

Cos you'd prefer to blame the girl

Then deal with your own sin

Feed us your girls

The wolves shout out

Feed us the ones with curves the ones without

Feed us your girls

From plate to mouth

Honey you're the entree when you dress like that

And mothers not around