Dressed Up My Words

I put a wig on my statement and spectacles on my clause
I put some rouge on my subject, drenched my predicate in flaws
My words are in disguise, ’cause I’m afraid to make a mess
I dressed up my words in a pretty flower dress

These eyes are large to see you with is the empty line I say
when you tell me that you love them; We’re just giddy anyway
You never ask about my mouth, now feel the pain I’m in
‘Cause the answer I would give you is an answer wrought with sin

You’re my little red riding hood
And I’m the big bad wolf
Trying to eat you

You’re my little red riding hood
And I’m the big bad wolf
Trying to eat you

I fear you dream of a hunter that could fill me up with stones
And you will still be eating cake when they’re digging up my bones
My words are in disguise, ’cause I’m afraid to make a mess
I dressed up my words in a pretty flower dress

You’re my little red riding hood
And I’m the big bad wolf
Trying to eat you

You’re my little red riding hood
And I’m the big bad wolf
Trying to eat you

You’re my little red riding hood
And I’m the big bad wolf
Trying to eat you

Trying to eat you

Trying to eat you

Copyright 2012. Words and music by F.N. de Boer

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