Recorded by Becca in the RV on a Tascam 424mkII
Transferred to big tape and additional recording and mixing by Mike Coykendall at Blue Room
September 2009
lyrics
Little Lolita stares out with her peepers
They're just not very trained
She's oh so young, hasn't drawn that much blood
And she might not roll in the hay
So little Lolita sits down with her secrets
In the corner, ain't got much to say
But when she dances she feels the glances
Pretends and blocks them away
Oh they're not there, oh she don't have a care
Oh they're not there, oh she don't have a care
Hey Mr. Black floats in and out the cracks
He's got more than a mouthful to say
Lives with his mother and throws with his brother
And at night he sleeps in the frays
He may have been accused
Cause his brain makes them fume
He's got more than how to play
When it's all done they'll see what he's become
And he'll smile and just walk away
Oh they're not there, oh he don't have a care
Oh they're not there, oh he don't have a care
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