Lyrics

Cheerleading captain, that's not the girl for me I want someone who can kick my ass and put me in my place She's got to bathe in black with pale skin on her face I like the way she wears a dress with her combat boots Stir the witches pot Make some garlic bread Every Halloween, Goth Queen will rise up from the dead And I'm aware that it is strange to have feelings for a Wiccan But you know that I know that You like goth chicks just as much as I do Don't be afraid to be afraid of them Call 1-800-GOTHQUEEN now Have her join the crew, help her fall in love Kill Cute Kill Yeah, alright She's stranded on the moon And I think she wants to fight me Time has passed We've smoked enough grass to form a habitat in the cells of our bodies I'm not ready for "New Game Plus" So she's getting off the tour bus, rocket ship, whatever She's always sitting there reading a book Deep in my subconscious, leaning on a black cat I fell in love with a dark-haired girl
Writer(s): Margaret Emily Claire Gordon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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