Lolita, shes got the songs of silence
shes got it all
painted so humbly over the bathroom wall
the porcelin drips as she breaks up so quick
and now let the prick pastor of the ambassador's lips(?)
Lolita, I love her
Shes perfect all over
built like a briged made of four-leaf clovers
the weeks to a monster that keeps him forever
to have pockets and lockets that will float as we drown
And i know that its almost over
keep starting over
And I know this beautiful bed
and its just for money as a sound moves a body
and i hope they treat you well
yea
are there words that can save us now?
Lolita im fired
feeling so old and tired
but her eyes are unfrozzen
filled with admire
sounds like liqour as the planet get thicker
gets so much heavier and closer than we stand
I know the music is over
but it keeps starting over
thats how it goes
And I know this beautiful bed
and its just for money as a sound moves a body
and i hope they treat you well
yea
There are no words that can save us now!
So come on, come rest
my new engine of love
watching all over, watching moving ground
Lolita they found her
with love all around her
tied to rerival of lifes cheapest island (?)