Gothic Lolita Lyrics

How old are you? I'm older than you'll ever be I've been dead a thousand years and lived only two or three I don't mind telling you my life was ended by your hand The kind of murder where nobody dies But I don't suppose you'd understand Call off the search, we've found her
If I am Lolita then you are a criminal And you should be killed by an army of little girls The law won't arrest you, the world won't detest you You never did anything any man wouldn't do
I'm Gothic Lolita and you are a criminal I'm not even legal, I'm just a dead little girl But ruffles and laces and candy sweet faces Directed your furtive hand, I perfectly understand So it's my fault, no, Gothic Lolita
Thank you, kind sirs, you've made me what I am today A bundle of broken nerves, a mouthful of words I'm still afraid to say, I don't mind telling you Now that I'm old enough to love I couldn't begin to even if my pretty life depended on it And funny thing, it does Call off the search, we've found her
If I am Lolita then you are a criminal And you should be killed by an army of little girls The law won't arrest you, the world won't detest you You never did anything any man wouldn't do
I'm Gothic Lolita and you are a criminal I'm not even legal, I'm just a dead little girl But ruffles and laces and candy sweet faces Directed your furtive hand, I perfectly understand So it's my fault, no, Gothic Lolita
I am your sugar, I am your cream I am your anti-American dream I am your sugar, I am your cream I am your anti-American dream
I am your sugar, I am your cream I am your anti-American dream I am your sugar, I am your cream I am your worst nightmare, now scream Call off the search we've found her
If I am Lolita then you are a criminal And you should be killed by an army of little girls The law won't arrest you, the world won't detest you You never did anything any man wouldn't do
I'm Gothic Lolita and you are a criminal I'm not even legal, I'm just a dead little girl But ruffles and laces and candy sweet faces Directed your furtive hand I perfectly understand So it's my fault, no, Gothic Lolita