Little Goth Girl

My little goth girl.
 She doesn't know how sweet she is.
 She dresses up to scare me,
 but all she does is dare me
 to lift buttons from her corset...
 smell the clove in her hair.
 Lost in her extensions
 I pretend that I don't care...
 ...so she won't think that I'm romantic,
 but rather dark instead.
 And with this slight adjustment
 she should love me, but as I've said,
 it must stay my little secret
 that I adore the pale undead
 of my perfect little goth girl.
 Precious goth girl.
 Wears black lipstick and a solemn frown.
 She thinks that she intimidates,
 but her darkness just initiates
 the relentless pure devotion
 of a lonely normal guy
 who wears eyeliner to the club,
 and you may just wonder why.
 It's so she won't think I'm romantic,
 but rather dark instead.
 And with this slight adjustment
 she might love me, but as I've said,
 it must stay my little secret
 that I adore the pale undead
 of my perfect little goth girl.
 The relentless pure devotion
 of a lonely normal guy
 who wears eyeliner to the club,
 and you may just wonder why.
 It's so she won't think I'm romantic,
 but rather dark instead.
 And with this slight adjustment
 she might love me, but as I've said,
 it must stay my little secret
 that I adore the pale undead
 of my perfect little goth girl.