[Intro] (Upbeat ukulele riff, heavy 808 drop, stuttering vocal sample: alternative girls… alternative girls…) (Ad-lib: yeah, I like 'em weird) [Verse 1] She was raised on the radio, but she turned it off at ten Now she's spinning vintage vinyl in her fishnets and her sins She's got a studded choker and a patch upon her sleeve Says she doesn't need a hero, but she'll let a good one breathe She'll argue about music, she'll quote her favorite lines Then she'll paint her nails black while she's sipping cheap red wine She's not looking for a savior, not a knight in shining armor Just a man who's not afraid to love a little darker [Pre-Chorus] She's my alternative girl, she's my beautiful mistake She's the one who's never basic, never fake Why am I so drawn to her? Why do I crave the strange? Because vanilla's nice, but I need spice up in my range [Chorus] Alternative girls, they're the only kind I see With their messy hair and hearts that beat in minor key They'll love you like a hurricane and leave you wanting more The kind of girl who'll hold your hand while walking through the gore Alternative girls, they're the ones who understand That being different isn't broken, it's the secret of the land So keep your basic beauties, keep your simple little world I'll take the girl who's got a skull tattooed on every pearl [Verse 2] She'll take you to a graveyard just to watch the stars come out She'll tell you all her trauma, then she'll laugh and start to shout She's got a lip ring and a leather jacket from her dad She says she's not religious, but she's got a cross tattooed on her back She's been through hell and back, and she's not afraid to show it She'll write you poetry at 3am and then she'll read it slow She's got a daddy issue or two, but she don't need your pity She's the queen of her own chaos in this broken little city [Pre-Chorus] She's my alternative girl, she's my beautiful mistake She's the one who's never basic, never fake Why am I so drawn to her? Why do I crave the strange? Because vanilla's nice, but I need spice up in my range [Chorus] Alternative girls, they're the only kind I see With their messy hair and hearts that beat in minor key They'll love you like a hurricane and leave you wanting more The kind of girl who'll hold your hand while walking through the gore Alternative girls, they're the ones who understand That being different isn't broken, it's the secret of the land So keep your basic beauties, keep your simple little world I'll take the girl who's got a skull tattooed on every pearl [Bridge] (Stripped back, ukulele and soft claps, delivery sincere and playful) She'll call you out on all your shit, then kiss you on the mouth She'll drag you to a mosh pit in the middle of a drought She's not the girl you bring to meet your mother on a Sunday But she's the one who'll hold you close when everything feels undone They say the best things come to those who wait for something real And she's the rarest kind of real that makes you want to feel [Final Chorus] (Full energy, gang vocals on "alternative girls") Alternative girls, they're the only kind I see With their messy hair and hearts that beat in minor key They'll love you like a hurricane and leave you wanting more The kind of girl who'll hold your hand while walking through the gore Alternative girls, they're the ones who understand That being different isn't broken, it's the secret of the land So keep your basic beauties, keep your simple little world I'll take the girl who's got a skull tattooed on every pearl [Outro] (Ukulele fades, stuttering vocal sample: alternative girls… alternative girls…) (One final 808 hit, then silence)
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