You got me wrapped around your finger
Say those words again,
I know them all
But I eat them up when they're coming outta your mouth
What's it like standing six feet tall?
All my life
I've been searching for a lighthouse
From down here
The weather's fine, a lamb falls for a lion
I just hope you don't think I'm some
Stupid girl who knows nothing about love.
I know how it sounds but please,
don't look down on me
Cause someday I'll grow as tall as you
All I want is for you to see me too
You're a man with a purpose
I'd been roaming this city aimlessly
If you give away your conscience you can have my heart
If I'm not making sense
I can say it again
Sometimes all a girl needs is
A man six times her better
I need a taste need to know
what it's like being you
Being with you
Don't leave me wondering.
YOU ARE READING
My name is not Lolita
PoetryPoetry about (not) falling prey to older men with a fetish for innocence, about girlhood and those in the shadows who enjoy stealing it. I've had many names, none are Lolita. "I want him the way a child wants candy Meaning it would be wise to refuse...
