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Big Bad Wolf

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 01.10.2012

She's drawing pictures of herself
and giant-size men in a Liliput world.
She knows some stories, but never tells
of all her haunted adventures.

Because the big bad wolf
has whispered in her ear,
that no one else must know what happens here.
And she must never ever
breathe a single word
or he'll blow down her fairytale world.

Now safely in her mother's arms,
her tears are like diamonds that roll down her cheeks.
She's afraid and she's ashamed,
but the spell is so strong, that she just cannot speak.

The big bad wolf
has whispered in her ear,
that no one else must know what happens here.
And she must never ever
breathe a single word
or he'll blow down her fairytale world.

She is so shy, just like a deer
and when she scens danger, she knows she must hide.
In the forest she'll disappear,
away from those sharp teeth and piercing grey eyes.

And the big bad wolf
will never find her here
or fill her small heart up with fear.
And she will never ever
breathe a single word,
she'll stay in her fairytale world.

She will never ever
breathe a single word,
she'll just stay in her fairytale world.


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