The Happy Goth

The lonely road you choose to travel on, it must seem awfully long
 Innocence all gone, it must be wrong to hide your lovely face away
 That music you play, I'm not saying it's bad, no, no
 It just seems terribly sad
 Is everything all right? I'd like to think you'd tell me if something was wrong
 Well, her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth
 And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth
 She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross
 But on the inside she's a happy goth
 Don't worry mum, don't worry dad
 The hours that I spend alone are the happiest I've ever had
 That's what she'd say if she ever spoke to you
 But it's something she can never do
 'Cause it's only by herself that she'll find out
 What makes her different from the rest
 Well, her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth
 And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth
 She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross
 But on the inside she's a happy goth
 Well, her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth
 And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth
 She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross
 But on the inside