Bad Crush On Goth Girls

Bad Crush on Goth Girls
Snake bit lips
And fingertips
As black as hearses passing by

The girls behind
Those midnight eyes
Promise a universe divine
Whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh-ohh

I’ve got a bad crush on goth girls, on goth girls
Black hearts pump blue blood
In ways that tantalize me (mesmerize, amplify, terrify)

I see them dance in packs
But I never hear them laugh
They don’t care, to ever be your friend

Their David Pirner hair
And deadpan Tilda Swinton stares
A ghostly, otherworldly kind
Whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh-ohh

One chalk white glance
And I am necromanced
Spells abound that taste so bittersweet

I wish I could forget
Black kisses on my neck
Lost hopelessly on Fascination Street
Whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh-ohh