Your eyes are the windows to the soul of a
naughty little child, who wants to play with his new
playmate,
but he doesn't know how.
He wants to tell her that childhood isn't dead,
But he doesn't know where to start.
He wants to let her know she's not alone,
That he too believes in fairy tales,
And wants to take her into his fairy tale,
He wants her to be his red riding hood.