| Since he was born, he’d tried to figure it out
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| Searching for something, just to not moon about
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| One day he saw a little red riding hood
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| He fell in love and followed her through the woods
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| Day after day he lurked with fear behind the trees
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| Sure that a bad-looking wolf would’ve put her ill at ease
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| «A wolf will never feel» — that is what they say
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| Teeth and claws to hunt and butcher, slaughter, kill and slay
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| «I'd do anything to hear her sweet voice calling my name
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| I won’t be the same, in the arms of my Love
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| I’ll find her a little gift and I will love her all I can
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| The love of a wolf — not the love of a man»
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| And walking on, the little red riding star
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| Just with her beauty she was healing his scars
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| The only chance to let her know how he felt
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| Eating her grandma and sneak into her bed
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| But as she started screaming loud «oh help me please!»
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| The wolf was struck with what they call «the broken heart disease»
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| And as a ray of light would come from up above
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| The wolf got killed and with a smile died in the name of love
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| «I'd do anything to hear her sweet voice calling my name
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| I won’t be the same, in the arms of my Love
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| I’ll find her a little gift and I will love her all I can
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| The love of a wolf — not the love of a man» |