Little Red Riding the Hood
Little Red Riding the Hood
Little Red, riding the hood
What is she in search of
She can’t be up to any good
It’s unlikely she’s searching for love
Cruising around in daddy’s automobile
Riding the dark city streets
Pain on her face from some sad ordeal
Who is she looking to meet
From the shadows the local wolf steps
As her face brightens with expectation
Opening her purse to purchase regrets
And dreams of future damnation
This scene is repeated across the nation
As suburban princesses seek to feel good
Seeking good feeling drugs of damnation
As Little Reds riding the hoods
H. Wilson
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