LYRICS:
Her daddy told her, "Don't you ever stain your Sunday dress.

The beasts are in the boys, don't you raise your voice or make a mess."

But in the dark of the forest, she's pulling all her thorns from her roses -

behind the backs of her suitors and her tutors, turning pedals into poses.

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You shouldn't be outside in the full moonlight.

Are you hiding, crying wolf, from the red they have in writing?

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Her mother told her, "Don't you drink from the wishing well,

the shadows on the walls are known to kiss and tell." -

but in the back of the chapel, there's an Eve, there's an apple, and a warning -

that every deed in the heat of the night becomes the light of the morning. 

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But when she looked at the wolf, she saw her own eyes

fighting tears and her fear to go run and hide

And as the wolf drew near,

she whispered in his ear very quietly.

So drop your swords,

this war of words won't be won silently.

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It's time to go outside in the full moonlight.

 

Are you hiding, crying wolf from the red they have in writing?

Stop your hiding, crying wolf, from the red they have in writing.