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Emilie Autumn - Gothic Lolita
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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 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