Feed Us Your Girls Chords

🎸 Intro: F#m D/F# F#m D/F# 🎸 Verse 1: F#m D/F# Young girl or a pretty meal? F#m D/F# The line is just so fine, F#m D/F# Little Red walked out alone, F#m D/F# Joining the buffet of the night. Bm C#m D/F# See the wolves, they wait and watch and howl hoping for a bite, Bm C#m D/F# Of fresh meat on a busy street, the minute you're out of sight, F#m D/F# Little Red walked out alone, F#m D/F# Joining the buffet of the night.

🎸 Pre-chorus 1: F#m But Little Red, she knows these streets, F#m So why should she be afraid? F#m She walks out with her blood-red cloak, F#m Little Red, his favourite shade, F#m You'll attract the wrong attention, F#m Wearing colours such as those, F#m F#m Boys will be boys, wolves will be wolves, N.C. But what does mother know? 🎸 Chorus: F#m D Feed us your girls, A The wolves shout out, Bm Feed us the ones with curves, the ones without, F#m D Feed us your girls, D From plate to mouth, A G Honey, you're the entrée when you dress like that, F#m D/F# And mother's not around. 🎸 Verse 2: F#m D/F# Dawn arrives and dinner scraps, F#m D/F# Are on the street from just last night, F#m D/F# People whisper, it's her fault, F#m D/F# With a red so very bright. Bm C#m D/F# A silly girl, a common whore, Bm Someone cover up that sight, C#m D/F# F#m D/F# No one likes to see leftovers by the dawning light . . ., F#m D/F# And there's a buffet every night. 🎸 Pre-chorus 2: F#m Little Red, she knew those woods, D/F# Each tree and every stone, F#m Doesn't matter either way, D/F# When there's a wolf inside your home. F#m You can hear the growling, D/F# So you throw the dog a bone, F#m You'll catch more bees with honey dear, N.C. But what does mother know? 🎸 Chorus: F#m D Feed us your girls, A The wolves shout out, Bm Feed us the ones with curves, the ones without, F#m D Feed us your girls, D From plate to mouth, A G Honey, you're the entrée when you dress like that. 🎸 Bridge: F#m Little Red was not a meal, F#m A little girl is not a tease, F#m F#m A cloak is not an invitation for what's underneath. F#m Our no, does not mean, yes, F#m There's no riddle, there's no test, F#m F#m Blood-red clothes alone at night shouldn't equal death. F#m But the wolves are very hungry, D/F# Gnashing pointed teeth, F#m Don't care what the wrappers like, D/F# It'll eat you if you breathe. F#m So maybe it doesn't matter, D/F# How we choose to wrap our skin, F#m 'Cause you'd prefer to blame the girl, D/F# Then deal with your own sin. 🎸 Outro: F#m D Feed us your girls, A The wolves shout out, Bm Feed us the ones with curves, the ones without, F#m D Feed us your girls, D From plate to mouth, A G G Honey, you're the entrée when you dress like that, N.C. And mother's not around.