I'll strike a match and watch the woods burn down where she obviously hides. In her little red cloak and basket complete with goodies inside. On my way to grandmother's house she stopped to ask me my name. So I ate her grandma and put on her clothes just to see her again.
[chorus] Why are your ears so large? Your teeth are razor sharp. I see it in your eyes. You're going to eat me alive.
There's more to be explained, what I can't get out of my head you really had no regrets. It's more then up to me, Never have to say a thing your face is just too damn pretty for me to concentrate. Why, why, why am I in love with the girl I ate? Why, why, why am I a wolf?
In the forest I hid, and I cried, and I cried cause I ate Little Red. I still remember the rose in her cheeks and the kiss that her lips wouldn't give. I hear the villagers coming their cursing my name, and their searching the clouds. Well I can wiggle and groove, I really know how to move I'll just dance my way out.
Run from the farmers armed with pitch forks and knives! It's a crime, a crime! Run from the farmers armed with pitch forks and knives! It's a crime, a crime!
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