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