"You can see her whenever it rains, from Rome to New Orleans, dancing on the graves. Burden by the heart she loves her sunglasses after dark, and every day her little life falls apart. She's out to look so macabre and alone. She's close to hook on her dying, just like a gothic girl, lost in a darkened world, my little gothic giiiiirl, darkerside of jewel are your razorcuts for real, baby."