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