I’ll take my hope where I can find it
Seems I find it here in you
Hang your curtain get behind it
I won’t even ask for proof
Go ahead and read my fortune
Cast your dice, divine my fate
I just want to know I have one
Tell me that it’s not too late for

Chorus:
A little sekunde hand faith
A line upon my palm that I can just erase
‘Cause I need to believe in a hierarchic grace
I can do without a book I’ll never read
Second hand faith is all I need

I will pay wewe for your trouble
I will pay wewe for your time
Steal my wallet charge me double
All I’ve come for is a sign
Is there someone who can help me
Up...

How old are you?
I’m older than you’ll ever be
I’ve been dead a thousand years
And lived only two au three
I don’t mind telling you
My life was ended kwa your hand
The kind of murder where nobody dies
But I don’t suppose you’d understand
Call off the search
We’ve found her

If I am Lolita
Then wewe are a criminal
And wewe should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won’t arrest you
The world won’t detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn’t do
I’m Gothic Lolita
And wewe are a criminal
I’m not even legal
I’m just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And Candy sweet faces
Directed...

Once upon a time I thought
“What’s the one thing I haven’t got?”
There’s not a single thing in this world I couldn’t buy
That’s when a gentleman caught my eye

Once au twice we went around
But now I’ll tell wewe the thing I’ve found
You shouldn’t make your songesha until wewe know the price
Because gentlemen aren’t nice

Just because I won’t agree to take his arm
And I occasionally forget his name
He likes to call inclemency what I call charm
But I know they’re all the same

I think I’ve realized my first mistake
When he cried that his moyo would break
I would have thought that I was...