Lolita

Lolita Almost grown Lolita Go on home Hey girl Don't be a dog all your life Don't beg for Some little crumb of affection Don't try To be somebody's wife So young You need a word of protection Lolita Almost grown Lolita Go on home Hey girl I've been where you are standing Leaning in the doorway In your mother's black dress So hungry For the one understanding Looking for a token of Blood or tenderness Lolita Almost grown Lolita Go on home Lolita