| Somewhere upon a normal day on a ancient forest way
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| He revealed himself to me and commands
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| «Abandon your believe, I will request no more of thee
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| Cast away your faith and follow me down
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| Take off the maiden like dress, your skin suits you best
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| Be gone with your demure air»
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| Hide or beseech, am I the relish in this written story
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| Nowhere to redeem, nowhere to run, the tale casts me into his arms
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| Into this sinful pleasure to which I now yield
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| Free me from my ordeal
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| In the morning I awoke, I recalled the words he spoke
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| And could not withstand his final courtship
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| Lead me deep into your woods, I’m your «little riding hood»
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| Hear me plead and guide me to your wolfs lair
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| Off with this maiden like dress, my skin suits me best
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| Dive into the crimson mare
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| Oh deep in his wake, I lay down to be reborn and cradled
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| Let me die to only reveal the secrets of my core
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| Hide or beseech, am I the relish in this written story
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| Nowhere to redeem, nowhere to run, the tale casts me into his arms
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| Into this sinful pleasure to which I now yield
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| Release me, free me from this ordeal |