Thursday, November 21^st 2002

And so we ended up in another woman’s dream.

Lingering of the past, of everything what has been:

Once upon a time

There was a little girl

Her favourite colour was red

Little Red Riding Hood is what everybody said

Time to her had been kind

Her beauty was extra-ordinary shining

So unique, almost blinding

She wanted to shed this reputation of being naive

Not being the same kid who once the wolf believed

One day she gathered all her little red hoods

and changed them for this pair of red suede boots

That’s how we ended up in this fairy tale world

And changed the destiny of once a little girl

From that day on she ran through the woods

Dancing like a nymph

In us, her new red boots

No longer she could controll her feet

No, we just took the lead

We led her into hunters’arms

where she then used all her charms

If you’ve wondered about her name

One part of it has always stayed the same

Again she got a rep

But no longer naive

Oh no!! That’s not what’s been said

Miss Little Red Riding Boots

Is what she’s been called then

Running through the woods

And riding m.... mmm

11/22/2002

Posted on 11/22/2002
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