Lydia the Bard - Feed Us Your Girls

 Lydia the Bard - Feed Us Your Girls

A young girl or a pretty meal 
The line is just so fine 
Little red walked out alone 
Joining the buffet of the night 

See the wolves they wait and watch and howl hoping for a bite 
Of 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 her blood red cloak 
But Reds his favourite shade  

You’ll attract the wrong attention wearing colours 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 entree 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 those 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 entree when you dress like that 
And mother's not around 

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 no riddle, there’s no test 
Blood Red clothes alone at night shouldn’t equal death 

But the wolves are very hungry 
Gnashing pointed teeth 
Don’t care what the wrappers 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 a girl 
Then 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 entree when you dress like that 
And mother's not around