| Hey little girl, you look so nice
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| In the pretty red dress with those pretty black eyes
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| Hello Mr Wolf, oh what a surprise
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| To find you here so deep in the night
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| My dear little girl, what’s the rush?
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| How about supper, just the two of us?
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| Oh Mr Wolf, you want me to stay
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| But I fear we’ll regret it one day
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| I have the thing you love
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| But the need in me is way too much
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| If I open wide
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| One of us may get lost inside
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| Me or you, one of us is going to
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| Need
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| To
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| Die
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| My dear little girl, just a bite
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| And you will be consumed with delight
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| Oh Mr Wolf, my hunger’s real
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| But they say there’s more to love than a meal
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| They’re old and uptight, what do they know?
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| I’m all appetite, you’ll help me grow
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| Oh my love, I want you too
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| But my desire may prove your doom
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| You have the thing I love
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| But the need in me is way too much
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| If I open wide
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| One of us may get lost inside
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| Me or you, one of us is going to
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| Need
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| To
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| Die
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| If — I — taste — you — will — we — know
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| If — love — kills — or — makes — you — whole
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| Tears — you — open — takes — you — home
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| You have the thing I love
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| But the fear in me is way too much
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| If I open wide
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| One of us may get lost inside
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| Me or you, one of us is going to
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| Need
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| To
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| Die
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| I have the thing
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| The thing
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| You love…
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| Die
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| Love
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| Die |