I came across a goth girl in a running car. The doors were locked, but a note on the window read; She is fine. Please do not call the police or break the window. She is listening to Choir Boy and the air conditioning is ON
I came across a goth girl in a running car. The doors were locked, but a note on the window read; She is fine. Please do not call the police or break the window. She is listening to Choir Boy and the air conditioning is ON
In the Big Goth Candy Mountains
You always wear black socks
And the little streams of mascara
Come a-trickling down the rocks
Now I want the full song. I can sing if we can scrounge up the rest of the band.