Lyrics
i don t mind telling you
A mouthful of words, we ve found her
A mouthful of words, i ve been dead a thousand years and lived only two or three
Now that i m old enough to love, i m not even legal, gothic lolita
I am your sugar, a bundle of broken nerves Autumn, i ve been dead a thousand years and lived only two or three
You ve made me what i am today, i m not even legal Autumn, how old are you
I am your anti-american dream, gothic lolita, i am your cream
i am your cream
So it s my fault, but i don t suppose you d understand Emilie, call off the search
But ruffles and laces and candy sweet faces, i am your sugar
And you should be killed by an army of little girls, i couldn t begin to even if my pretty life depended on it
you ve made me what i am today
i am your anti-american dream
i m gothic lolita and you are a criminal
I am your anti-american dream, i am your cream
A mouthful of words, i am your anti-american dream
i don t mind telling you
the law won t arrest you
you ve made me what i am today
now that i m old enough to love