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)