Goth Girls lyrics

Ummmm hello! I was wondering, how goth is my frock?see I got a thing for horror movies and mope rockbut I can't shock my hair up (I ran out of stock)and just like that, frontalot ran out of talkit was tragic, unheard of, never seen, me:out of rhymes when they usually come indefatigablybut me here talk good? no, bad talk do!like my tongue got encrypted right before I lost rootlike my small talk got box-rox0red on a prior bootit's moot, she only dates guys in chokes and boots,not brutes lacking eyeliner like I lackbut look, I'll put a little on plus lip shellacjust to stand next to that and dream about loveof necessity, that has always had to be enoughcause I can't talk to goth girls, i just stare and stammermy name is mc frimmer frammerand damn her if she giggles damn her double if she laughsgoth girls like it when you double-damn it twice fastGoth girls, goth girls: they're the girls that goto see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flowat the show, you can see the black lace on para
deI met a hundred dozen of 'em but I ain't got laidGot shunned by her at the Rocky Horror premiereshe steered clear of the nerd crowd but I heard loud in my earthe disdain that she held for my typealways geeking on the computron -- I get hypeon the stage, she might notice me then and observethat I'm "ironically hip in some flip universe"and her purse in patent leather held in fishnet glovecould then contain mp3 player with the Front filled upher name is nyteshaed, yo don't call her cherry tomatoshe look like paisley tinkle but poisonous like topatoshe says her hair got attacked cause it's black and it's blueshe got a johnny the homicidal maniac tattoolegs all deep in the boots, boots all up on the heelsyes, the kind to make a certain type of fetishist squealthe ordeal that I endure: this close to her splendoryet besieged by my shyness; try this: I surrender!I'll render my intentions in the usual way(home alone, suicidegirls up on the cathode ray)Goth girls, goth girls: they're
the girls that goto see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flowat the show, you can see the black lace on paradeI met a hundred dozen of 'em but I ain't got laidIRL, my woman tells me that I shouldn't be covetingI tell her "yo, you better get in a coven then"it's like eek, I get to sleep on the couch for a weekall watching old elvira videos on tvyeah hee hee hee, laugh it up. you don't live like I do:at the mercy of any sister with wrist scars and black eye gooI tried to get into some cheerleaders and failedbanana repugnant and tanned, so bland and so stalei avail myself of the local cafe, light a clove upthumb through Camus (in French, which I can't read, but so what?)I think that goth could flower in nerdcore's embraceI converted Edward Gorey's lettering into a typefacebefriended vampires on LJ and MySpaceeven put that spooky echo filter on the bassbut I can't talk to goth girls, i just stare and stammermy name is mc frimmer frammerand damn her if she giggles damn her d
ouble if she laughsgoth girls like it when you double-damn it twice fastGoth girls, goth girls: they're the girls that goto see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked out flowat the show, you can see the black lace on paradeI met a hundred dozen of 'em but I ain't got laidGoth girls, goth girls: they're the girls that gottheir souls stuck somewhere between the kettle and potfrontalot been enamored of 'em since I was youngI met a hundred dozen of 'em, never ever humped one