She married the woodsman in his moment of fame but she dreams of the wolf and her mother's to blame.
To powder her nose, she peddles her ass ~ "blowing" her beauty in the looking glass.
She learned to walk on an eggshell floor in a narrow glass house with a tongue for a door.
Sheer your daughter, hair to her knees, for tresses breed fevers and gold locks need keys.
Watch your way on the forest floor~the house of vice has a gingerbread door.
Goldilocks Goldilocks what were you thinking~looking for love when you'd been drinking.