Lolita
light of my life
fire of my loins.
My sin
my soul.
Lo-lee-ta
she was Dolly at school
Lo-lee-ta
in my arms she was always Lolita
there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved,
one summer,
a certain initial girl-child.
In a princedom by the sea.
Oh when?
She was Lo, plain Lo,
standing four feet ten in one sock.
She was Lola in slacks.
She was Dolores on the dotted line.
She was Lola in slacks.
in my arms she was always Lolita.
Lo-lee-ta
Lo-lee-ta
Lolita,
light of my life,
fire of my loins.
My sin,
my soul.
Lo-lee-ta
Lo-lee-ta
Lo-lee-ta
Lo-lee-ta
Lo-lee-ta