Silly me, forgot my pill again
so easily I could forget my head if I knew how
I'd have to wear my name around my neck
Evacuee, evacuee style
Ooh la la Lolita oh
Ooh la la Lolita oh
Ooh la la Lolita oh
Oh ooh la la
Pretty please with your head screwed on you said
And I giggled all the way through your assembly
I like the way you dont talk down to me
I'm 17, I'm 17, I'll be 17 soon
And its cold, and its getting on for chri-i-istmas
And we must think about our families
And how they will receive the news
Your mother prays
My mother says she can fix me
Ooh la la Lolita oh
Ooh la la Lolita oh
Ooh la la Lolita oh
Oh ooh la la
Little things oh they easily appease me
When little shts try to trouble me and tease me over you
And I have to sing my guts out in the choir
Before I'm free, before I'm free to go
And it's cold, but you will not let me smoke your cigarettes
In case I die, and you are questioned
Or fired
We try to kiss
I think a part of me likes this
Ooh la la Lolita oh
Ooh la la Lolita oh
Ooh la la Lolita oh
Oh ooh la la
Try to be cool but
But I think a part of me loves you