Emilie Autumn - 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 to understand

(Call of 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 to 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 of 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 to 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

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 to your furtive hand

I perfectly understand

So it's my fault?

No Gothic Lolita