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The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head
And bang, bang, bang, she shoots him dead.
- from Roald Dahl's "Revolting Rhymes"
You think you are Red Riding Hood
Bravely trembling down a dark road
Weapons stashed in your basket
Waiting for the right man
To stick them in.
You think you are the brave young girl
But I can see the bristles of the wolf
Piercing your skin, a shadow halo
What? You thought you were the only one
Without an evil twin?
Don't live so tangled
In the now that you forget:
Those who fail at history
Are liable to go evil and end the world
Ok, I improvised a little there
You're not me, I know that
You can't end the world
With a zap of your witchy fingers
But you can change it
For the worse
You can lead these girls
Like the Pied Piper
You can build up their dreams
In this castle
And dash them like glass slippers
You don't know how brightly you shine
Or how long the shadow that you cast
Satsu knows you're not her princess charming
But since when do we use our heads in love?
Since when did you ever use logic yourself?
Ms vampire slayer who picks most of her boyfriends
From the ranks of the undead
But heart-breaking aside
Did I mention how stealing diamonds
isn't cool?
You'll think I'm a nag
But I wish you'd nagged me more
when I was taking the first steps
on the bad path
So I'm being the friend I wanted then
Even if that means being
A pain in your heroic ass.
I believe all too well in fairytales
But they never end well
When you look at the originals
It's all eyes gouged out
Or toes chopped off
Or something worse
And your life is a model for fairy tales
You're laying down legend
Each day that you do your thing
So turn again Whittington
Turn back before you become
The monster instead of the girl
Or worse, the monster
Who thinks she's the girl
A hypocrite at the head of an army.
Do you think I'm being melodramatic?
Perhaps I am
But I'm your early warning siren
And I'm saying danger
(woop woop ? that's the siren
I need to lighten the mood somehow)
I'm pointing a scowling finger
At your bad things
And I'm asking Dawn's question
Where do you go from here?
And once you're going
Can you stop?
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head
And bang, bang, bang, she shoots him dead.
- from Roald Dahl's "Revolting Rhymes"
You think you are Red Riding Hood
Bravely trembling down a dark road
Weapons stashed in your basket
Waiting for the right man
To stick them in.
You think you are the brave young girl
But I can see the bristles of the wolf
Piercing your skin, a shadow halo
What? You thought you were the only one
Without an evil twin?
Don't live so tangled
In the now that you forget:
Those who fail at history
Are liable to go evil and end the world
Ok, I improvised a little there
You're not me, I know that
You can't end the world
With a zap of your witchy fingers
But you can change it
For the worse
You can lead these girls
Like the Pied Piper
You can build up their dreams
In this castle
And dash them like glass slippers
You don't know how brightly you shine
Or how long the shadow that you cast
Satsu knows you're not her princess charming
But since when do we use our heads in love?
Since when did you ever use logic yourself?
Ms vampire slayer who picks most of her boyfriends
From the ranks of the undead
But heart-breaking aside
Did I mention how stealing diamonds
isn't cool?
You'll think I'm a nag
But I wish you'd nagged me more
when I was taking the first steps
on the bad path
So I'm being the friend I wanted then
Even if that means being
A pain in your heroic ass.
I believe all too well in fairytales
But they never end well
When you look at the originals
It's all eyes gouged out
Or toes chopped off
Or something worse
And your life is a model for fairy tales
You're laying down legend
Each day that you do your thing
So turn again Whittington
Turn back before you become
The monster instead of the girl
Or worse, the monster
Who thinks she's the girl
A hypocrite at the head of an army.
Do you think I'm being melodramatic?
Perhaps I am
But I'm your early warning siren
And I'm saying danger
(woop woop ? that's the siren
I need to lighten the mood somehow)
I'm pointing a scowling finger
At your bad things
And I'm asking Dawn's question
Where do you go from here?
And once you're going
Can you stop?
