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