| Trap her in the woods see her hood flashing red through the pines
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| Briars in her hair, bloody lip, where I’ll sip, lapping red just like wine
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| Granny’s got a plan take my hand little girl, darling child
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| Let me keep you warm, wrap you up from the wet and the wild
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| My what big eyes you have
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| My what big hands you have
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| My what hot breath you have
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| My what sharp teeth you have
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| Nana how you’ve changed I feel strange, pardon me I’m a mess
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| Can you give a hand helping me from the binds of this dress
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| Look at me I’m torn, all the rips, guess I slipped caught a fright in the woods
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| Nana you look funny, tell me dear, are you not feeling good
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| My what big eyes you have
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| My what big hands you have
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| My what hot breath you have
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| My what sharp teeth you have
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| My what big eyes you have
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| My what big hands you have
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| My what hot breath you have |