The soft wolf tread Through Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bed There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread The soft wolf tread
Sure was starved And through his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds Sure looked starved
Up comes Hood he's beautiful As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up It's good to see such an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend again
Then he said Dear Hood what brings you to this neck of the woods In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes What lures you to the woods
The soft wolf tread The clearing and he's nervously tugging on his earring He talked how good such an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend again
Oh Such an old Such an old Such an old Ooh ooh ooh
And then he spun A twisted tale 'bout a child who cried his name So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came
The soft wolf tread The soft wolf tread The soft wolf tread Well he tread and tread and tread and tread Yeah an old friend again Such an old friend again Such an old friend againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
