Lolita
Almost grown
Lolita
Go on home
Hey girl
Dont be a dog all your life
Dont beg for
Some little crumb of affection
Dont try
To be somebodys wife
So young
You need a word of protection
Lolita
Almost grown
Lolita
Go on home
Hey girl
Ive been where you are standing
Leaning in the doorway
In your mothers black dress
So hungry
For the one understanding
Looking for a token of
Blood or tenderness
Lolita
Almost grown
Lolita
Go on home
Lolita...
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