LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

My sweet, don't you know it's dangerous to talk to strangers?

My sweet, in your little red cap and hood, the strangers want to eat you up.

She sits at the playground, waiting for Mommy;

She doesn’t see him standing, watching.

So fetching in cherry, she plays without care;

He’ll not be able to withstand for long.

She doesn’t see him standing, watching;

He knows he’ll take her far away.

He’ll not be able to withstand for long;

He knows what he wants to do to her.

He knows he’ll take her far away;

Her imagination can’t conceive what will occur.

He knows what he wants to do to her;

Wasn’t she taught never to talk to strangers?

Her imagination can’t conceive what will occur;

He will offer her flowers, sweets, and ask

Wasn’t she taught never to talk to strangers?

Naivety should be branded a sin.

He will offer her flowers, sweets, and ask

How shall I begin? The skin, so smooth…

Naivety should be branded a sin;

…the features, so young, the body…so fragile…

How shall I begin? The skin, so smooth…

She sits at the playground, waiting for Mommy;

…the features, so young, the body…so fragile…

So fetching in cherry, she plays without care.