A nubile, pale and thin A perfect specimen Without excuse, she's going home with him
A cold hand throws the locks Her mind succumbs to shock Her will to live is as solid as a rock
Her hair is golden and divine His lips are poison to the vine "Eat my flesh, and drink my wine What once was yours, now is mine."
"Pollyanna: please thy master When this is over, the saints will take you home, home."
Her tears fall from the sky like rain: this is cruelty unchained If love's a crime, then you are guilty, guilty Her tears fall from the sky like rain, this is cruelty unchained Behind closed doors, a sunset stained This Lolita is claimed
Angels weeping in their sleep Pray the Lord her soul to keep
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"Pollyanna: please thy master When this is over, the saints will take you home, home."
Her tears fall from the sky like rain: this is cruelty unchained If love's a crime, then you are guilty, guilty Her tears fall from the sky like rain, this is cruelty unchained Behind closed doors, a sunset stained This Lolita is claimed
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