"I need high heels just to stand up
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock.
She was Lola in slacks.
She was Dolly at school.
She was Dolores on the dotted line.
But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Now goodbye, and I’ll see you sometime
And don’t be worried, everything’s just fine
Baby, I don’t think that I can keep from dyin’