...and her socks are white, and I love her so...
Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying...
My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Comment a't'on ose faire un film de Lolita?
The perpetual answer is,
not as well as they could have.
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying...
My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Comment a't'on ose faire un film de Lolita?
The perpetual answer is,
not as well as they could have.