Lolita, Lolita, he says you were the one
Nymphet in slacks, Lola under the sun
You like your soda floats with cherries and extra cream
Licking your lips, he likes to watch like a dream
Lolita, Lolita, he likes them young and fresh
School skirt, blonde bombshell only 14 in your little dress
He looks like a crooner, a copy of your crush
Jawline, exotic mouth, he sees that you feel & you blush
Lolita, Lolita, he's not such an old man
I promise you he's got the life of a ram
You like them old and grey, cigar lips and gold chain strung
Running around, he's caught you now you're hung
In his arms, on his bed, but you love the thrill of it
You like what you do to him, like the power that you hold
And you know you're his precious, more precious than gold
Your shoulder blades and the seaside of your rump
How it excites, defies and entices old boy Hump
Lolita, Lolita
Lo. Lee. Ta
Lo, Lola
Dolly, Dolores Haze
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
