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