Little sweet Lolita girl
Her hair shining as she walks
Hunted, trapped Lolita girl
If only she'd spare a thought for me.

I watch her from the shadows as she sighs and pines
Wasting her life away comforting a Humbert's loins
Little, lost Lolita girl, a shadow of herself
Too busy placating an old man to really live.

Smiling, made-up Lolita girl
Telling her jokes to a school-girl friend,
Worrying about heather skirts or some other such school-girl trend
How much I'd love Lolita girl if only she was mine!

Shaking, quaking Lolita girl,
As she's up all through the might
How I want to make it better,
How I want to steal little sweet Lolita girl.

And as I wipe away her tears, she wont be timid, hurt Lolita girl
But be treasured in innocence and finally be free
And then perhaps all-grown-up Dolores
Will spare a thought for me.