Little Mila

Oh, I think she's talking to herself again Oh, a party with imaginary friends Oh, nail polish chipped, I don't wanna fix it Oh, I like her just the way she is Little Mila she's my muse, look at how she moves Self inflicted wounds under bad tattoos Little Mila she's my muse, dancing 'round the room Effortlessly cool, she's my gothic little boo Mila, Mila, Mila Mila, Mila, Mila Oh, I haven't felt this way before Oh, usually I'm straight as an arrow Oh, something 'bout her has me wanting more Oh, it's magical or it's delusional Little Mila she's my muse, howling at the moon Grooving to the Who in some thigh high boots Little Mila she's my muse, why is she so cute You would want her too, she's my gothic little boo Mila, Mila, Mila Mila, Mila, Mila Oh, I'm not even sure if she's angel or demon Oh, but I'm a connoisseur for this feeling of freedom Oh, through her bedroom door heaven is a replica Oh, she wants to show me more so I say God bless America Little Mila she's my muse, look at how she moves Self inflicted wounds under bad tattoos Little Mila she's my muse, dancing 'round the room Effortlessly cool, she's my gothic little boo Little Mila she's my muse, howling at the moon Grooving to the Who in some thigh high boots Little Mila she's my muse, why is she so cute You would want her too, she's my gothic little boo Mila, Mila, Mila