Death’s Goth Girl
(yeah, yeah)
Lace gloves and heavy black boots Walking down the avenue
She laughs at all the modern trends And there is nothing you
can do
She doesn't care for
ordinary life She finds her beauty in the night
She plays with fire,
she talks of death And she's a goth girl,
catching her breath Yeah,
she's a goth girl,
living on the edge Walking the line on a dark stone ledge
She writes her poetry in red Inside a world that's long been
dead
With silver rings and raven hair She looks at you but doesn't
care
She plays with fire,
she talks of death And she's a goth girl,
catching her breath Yeah,
she's a goth girl,
living on the edge Walking the line on a dark stone ledge
She talks of death
And she's a goth girl Yeah,
she's a goth girl