Malia, Boris Blank - Raising Venus

She wears her sadness so well, like and old pair of shoes Can't bear to throw away She won't take my embrace hides away in a shell, she is like a rose with her thorns She is totally blinded, and she'll burn you, leaving you blue Little red hood, little red riding hood Forest trees stand to attention like fine soldiers there is tension Little red riding hood drives through, she does not cry boo hoo The big bad wolf is really near, but she is wise has no fear She holds a candle to his eyes She has got his number he can't tell lies She is totally blinded, and she'll burn you, leaving you blue, and she'll burn you leaving you blue Her guilt rushes her, so hard Like the young rush the old Missing every moment She won't take my embrace, hides away in a shell She's like a rose with her thorns She is totally blinded, and she will burn you, leaving you blue And she'll burn leaving you blue