Gothic Lolita (Bad Poetry mix by Sieben/Matt Howden) Songtext
von Emilie Autumn

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 worst nightmare
Now scream

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