| Song | Lolita |
| Artist | Throw Me the Statue |
| Album | Moonbeams |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lolita, I gotta see ya | |
| I got a fire when she pulls me in | |
| Those young girls love automatic | |
| I want to make you lose your brain | |
| For all I know | |
| Come on over and she's pulling at my shirt | |
| Like she's telling me to stay | |
| Well, take a look over here | |
| C'mon, I got the bullets in my head | |
| And she asks me why I care | |
| Shakin' off the dusty cape | |
| Lacin' it up again | |
| ‘Cause she used to love it | |
| So I bury my shame | |
| She was nineteen and we all rearrange | |
| We could do it all and it'd all go faster | |
| Things could multiply at appalling rates | |
| Then we'd lose our heads | |
| And we'd still go faster | |
| Even on our birthdays | |
| Every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay | |
| And every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay | |
| The hunger has not receded | |
| Those little moments when it wraps my head | |
| The feeblest offers are taking it off | |
| ‘Cause with all my heart in with blood | |
| Shakin' off the dusty cape | |
| Lacin' it up again | |
| ‘Cause she used to love it | |
| So I bury my shame | |
| She was nineteen and we all rearrange | |
| Alright, we could it all and it'd all go faster | |
| Things could multiply at evolving rates | |
| Then we'd lose our heads | |
| And we'd still go faster | |
| Even on our birthdays | |
| Every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay | |
| And every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay |
| Lolita, I gotta see ya | |
| I got a fire when she pulls me in | |
| Those young girls love automatic | |
| I want to make you lose your brain | |
| For all I know | |
| Come on over and she' s pulling at my shirt | |
| Like she' s telling me to stay | |
| Well, take a look over here | |
| C' mon, I got the bullets in my head | |
| And she asks me why I care | |
| Shakin' off the dusty cape | |
| Lacin' it up again | |
| ' Cause she used to love it | |
| So I bury my shame | |
| She was nineteen and we all rearrange | |
| We could do it all and it' d all go faster | |
| Things could multiply at appalling rates | |
| Then we' d lose our heads | |
| And we' d still go faster | |
| Even on our birthdays | |
| Every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay | |
| And every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay | |
| The hunger has not receded | |
| Those little moments when it wraps my head | |
| The feeblest offers are taking it off | |
| ' Cause with all my heart in with blood | |
| Shakin' off the dusty cape | |
| Lacin' it up again | |
| ' Cause she used to love it | |
| So I bury my shame | |
| She was nineteen and we all rearrange | |
| Alright, we could it all and it' d all go faster | |
| Things could multiply at evolving rates | |
| Then we' d lose our heads | |
| And we' d still go faster | |
| Even on our birthdays | |
| Every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay | |
| And every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay |
| Lolita, I gotta see ya | |
| I got a fire when she pulls me in | |
| Those young girls love automatic | |
| I want to make you lose your brain | |
| For all I know | |
| Come on over and she' s pulling at my shirt | |
| Like she' s telling me to stay | |
| Well, take a look over here | |
| C' mon, I got the bullets in my head | |
| And she asks me why I care | |
| Shakin' off the dusty cape | |
| Lacin' it up again | |
| ' Cause she used to love it | |
| So I bury my shame | |
| She was nineteen and we all rearrange | |
| We could do it all and it' d all go faster | |
| Things could multiply at appalling rates | |
| Then we' d lose our heads | |
| And we' d still go faster | |
| Even on our birthdays | |
| Every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay | |
| And every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay | |
| The hunger has not receded | |
| Those little moments when it wraps my head | |
| The feeblest offers are taking it off | |
| ' Cause with all my heart in with blood | |
| Shakin' off the dusty cape | |
| Lacin' it up again | |
| ' Cause she used to love it | |
| So I bury my shame | |
| She was nineteen and we all rearrange | |
| Alright, we could it all and it' d all go faster | |
| Things could multiply at evolving rates | |
| Then we' d lose our heads | |
| And we' d still go faster | |
| Even on our birthdays | |
| Every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay | |
| And every night I pray | |
| She comes around my house to stay |