Peaking out the door at midnight,
not a soul alive or in sight.
Chills are going down my spine,
creepy as the mooon light.
Pouncing all the way to my heart,
not a soul to call your own.
Howling at the moon for your heart.
Big bad wolf right at my front door.
I see you staring with your grin from ear to ear.
Step back away, I donnot-donnot want you here.
No, don't come a-knockin' at my door.
So, tempted to want more.
Big bad wolf is at my door,
what am I supposed to do.
Weakened knees fall to the floor,
waiting for the sky to be blue.
The moon changed my love from my childhood fantasy.
Into all I see is, oh oh, so scary.
What big eyes do you have, the better you can see.
Well see your way off my porch get away-way from me.
No, don't come a-knockin' at my door.
So, tempted to want more.

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