Lolita

No, you aren't such In the wildest world, Where is so much About beauty told. Yes, their's true Dying type of girl Is not you? No, your soul's kind I know your mind. Carpe diem, carpa vita My dearest, Lolita. Amore, more, ore, re Your voice - divorce I'll forever remember. Never stuck in a rut France women's mood. Wish and fly - but sorry Aut agere aut mori.