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
(No gothic lolita)
(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
(No gothic lolita)
(No gothic lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)
(Lo-loli, lo-lolita)