“Moi… Lolita” plunges us into the playful mind of a young heroine who calls herself Lolita, the mischievous name made famous by Nabokov’s novel. In Julien Doré’s dreamy cover, the character struts between innocence and flirtation: she is a collégienne in blue-tinted stockings, giggling at taboo thoughts, yet constantly surrounded by hungry “wolves” who can’t resist her magnetism. Repeating “C’est pas ma faute” (It’s not my fault), she insists that the whirlwind of attention is something that simply happens around her. The French idiom “je donne ma langue au chat” (I give my tongue to the cat) shows her pretending to surrender or stay silent, while actually reveling in the mystery she creates.
Beneath the catchy chorus spelling L-O-L-I-T-A, the lyrics sketch a portrait of adolescence where curiosity, desire, and rebellion collide. Lolita owns her duality: part cotton-soft child, part stormy lover with “diluvian” passions. Doré’s airy vocals and shimmering production keep the mood light, but the song’s core question lingers: how much of this youthful seduction is a deliberate game, and how much is the world projecting fantasies onto her? The result is a captivating snapshot of teenage self-discovery that feels at once innocent, provocative, and irresistibly French.