Little Red Riding Hood

Loving alive, the living dead Don't be bad, at night in bed Blonde as light, summer wild Snakes in her hair, a blood child Her dirty looks, her filthy clothes Makes you melt, your dream explode Into a vivid kind of dream Reality turns into a blood stream HERE SHE COMES, THERE SHE GOES LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD THERE SHE IS, IN YOUR HEAD LITTLE RED RIDING DEAD Now ask yourself, are you the wolf? In this bloody rendez vous She's so alive, but full of sin Wolf teeth, or snake bite, you cannot win