Mark Nicholas - Little Goth Girl | Текст песни

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My little goth girl.
She doesn't know how sweet she is.
She dresses up to scare me,
but all she does is dare me to lift buttons from her corset... smell the clove in her hair...
Lost in her extensions I pretend that I don't care so she won't think that I’m romantic, but rather dark instead.
And with this slight adjustment she should love me, but as I've said...
It must stay my little secret that I adore the pale undead of my perfect little goth girl.
Precious goth girl.
Wears black lipstick and a solemn frown.
She thinks that she intimidates,
but her darkness just initiates the relentless pure devotion of a lonely normal guy who wears eyeliner to the club.
And you may just wonder why.
It’s so she won’t think I’m romantic,
but rather dark instead.
And with this slight adjustment she might love me,
but as I’ve said...
It must stay my little secret that I adore the pale undead of my perfect little goth girl.