Karaoké Feed Us Your Girls Lydia the Bard

Young girl or pretty meal

The line is just so fine

Little Red walked out alone joining the buffet of the night

So the wolves they wait and watch and howl

Hoping for a bite

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 a blood-red cloak but red's his favorite shade

You attract the wrong attention wearing colors 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 entrée when you dress like that and mother's 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

And there's a buffet every night

But Little Red she knew these 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 entrée when you dress like that

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

There's no riddle, there's no test

Blood-red cloaks alone at night shouldn't equal death

But the wolves are very hungry

Gnashing pointed teeth

Don't care what the wrapper's like

It'll eat you if you breathe

So maybe it doesn't matter how we choose to wrap our skin 'cos you'd prefer to blame the girl than 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 entrée when you dress like that and mother's not around