Please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes Please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes I've been standing at the stage door Waiting on my prize
I remember when I was young Feeling sick on Sunday morning I don't wanna do it anymore Standing in a line with a dirty mind Clean it up on Sunday morning
We're in love, let's be together Happy times or heavy weather Mother says, today's a special day So let's not fight, okay, yeah When you were at school
Wake up, switch on I eat my breakfast and the picture goes wrong give it a slap, give it a jog I better hurry or I'll miss the epilogue ride high without
