| I’m gonna get the gothest girl I can
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| With the pale white rockabilly tan
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| You know the kind, the ones you find
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| In the country metal punk rock band
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| She might be into hot rod cars
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| Or leather fetish bondage bars
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| She’s dirty, pretty, the hippest in the city
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| She’s the gothest girl I can
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| The gothest girl I can, the gothest girl I can
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| The gothest girl I, the gothest girl I, the gothest girl I can
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| I’m gonna lose these country blues
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| With the gothest girl I can
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| I’m gonna get the gothest girl I can
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| Black lips and Bettie Page bangs
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| Horn rimmed glasses and an ass that’ll pass
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| For a glimpse at the promised land
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| She’s kinda into all things noir
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| Wants me to get a pompadour
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| Well, maybe baby, but she ain’t no lady
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| She’s the gothest girl I can
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| I live right, I live good like a nice boy should
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| I put my trust in our Lord’s plan
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| I live right, I live just like a young boy must
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| Like I should, but I tell ya, man
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| Somethin’s gotta give 'cause the right way to live
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| Isn’t hittin' it, you understand
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| I need a wild, wild lover, the kind that scares your mother
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| I need the gothest girl i can
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| Thrift store vampire chic
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| It’s night every day of the week
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| Stop, stare, dead flowers in her hair
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| She’s the gothest girl I can
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| She got old skool blue tattoos
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| And big black boots on, too
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| Polka dot dress and flames on her chest
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| She’s the gothest girl I can
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| It’s kinda hot when she calls me 'doll'
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| And 'daddy' at the swing dance ball
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| She’s neat, nifty like nineteen fifty
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| She’s the gothest girl I can |