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Feed Us Your Girls by Lydia The Bard

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🎸 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.