Gothic Lolita Lyrics - Opheliac - Emilie Autumn

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 anti-American dream 

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 

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