[Intro]
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
My Loli— my Lolita
My Loli— my Lolita
My Loli— my Lolita
My Loli— my Lolita

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Call off the search, we've found her

[Chorus]
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
[Post-Chorus]
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Call off the search, we've found her

[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Call off the search, we've found her

[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah