Hey girl, I've been where you are standing
Lolita, go on home
Lolita, almost grown
Hey girl, don't be a dog all your life
Lolita, go on home
Don't try to be somebody's wife
Lolita, go on home
Leaning in the doorway in your mother's black dress
So hungry for the one understanding
Lolita, almost grown
Looking for a token of blood or tenderness
Lolita, almost grown
Don't beg for some little crumb of affection
Lolita, go on home
So young, you need a word of protection
Lolita, almost grown
Lolita