Lolita

LolitaAlmost grownLolitaGo on homeHey girlDon't be a dog all your lifeDon't beg for Some little crumb of affectionDon't tryTo be somebody's wifeSo youngYou need a word of protectionLolitaAlmost grownLolita Go on homeHey girlI've been where you are standingLeaning in the doorwayIn your mother's black dressSo hungryFor the one understandingLooking for a token of Blood or tendernessLolitaAlmost grownLolitaGo on homeLolita...