BIG TIDDY GOTH BITCHES ARE MY TYPE

[Intro — whispered over feedback] Black lace... Cold stare... Midnight lips... I see you standing there... [Verse 1] She walks in dressed like the funeral came alive, Black boots pounding like a war drum drive. Silver rings and a razor-wire smile, Look'in like a death sentence—and I’d walk that mile! Pale skin shining under neon light, Black hair falling like the wings of night. Everybody's staring, but I know what's feeling right— When the queen of darkness walks into sight! [Pre-Chorus] No pastel princess, no sunshine queen, Give me six inches of platform and a death-metal scream! [Chorus] BIG TIDDY GOTH BITCHES ARE MY TYPE! Black lipstick and leather make me lose my mind tonight! BIG TIDDY GOTH BITCHES ARE MY TYPE! Give me cemetery romance and a little danger in my life! Darkness! Desire! Set my rotten heart on fire! BIG TIDDY GOTH BITCHES ARE MY TYPE! [Verse 2] She doesn't drink champagne—she drinks something black, Got a pentagram tattoo running down her back. Reads forbidden poetry before she goes to bed, And has enough eyeliner to raise the dead! She'll tell me all about her favorite tragic bands, Then casually hold my soul inside her hands. She doesn't need saving, she can save herself— She's the kind of woman who could kick my ass in heels! [Pre-Chorus] No golden halo, no innocent face, Give me a woman dressed like she escaped from a grave! [Chorus] BIG TIDDY GOTH BITCHES ARE MY TYPE! Black lipstick and leather make me lose my mind tonight! BIG TIDDY GOTH BITCHES ARE MY TYPE! Give me cemetery romance and a little danger in my life! Darkness! Desire! Set my rotten heart on fire! BIG TIDDY GOTH BITCHES ARE MY TYPE! [Breakdown — half-time] BLACK! LACE! LEATHER! FACE! BLACK! BOOTS! DEMON! CUTIE! [Guitar solo] [Bridge] She says, "You couldn't handle me." I say, "Baby, that's the plan." She says, "I'll break your heart." I say, "Please do it again." She's got a haunted little smile, And a wicked sense of style. If loving darkness is a crime, Then lock me up for all damn time! [Final Chorus — faster] BIG TIDDY GOTH BITCHES ARE MY TYPE! Black lipstick, leather, make me lose my mind tonight! BIG TIDDY GOTH BITCHES ARE MY TYPE! Raise the dead and resurrect my appetite! Darkness! Desire! Midnight queens and funeral pyres! BIG TIDDY GOTH BITCHES ARE MY TYPE! [Outro — shouted] BLACK HEART! BLACK CLOTHES! BLACK NAILS! BLACK ROSE! BIG! TIDDY! GOTH! BITCHES! ARE! MY! TYPE!!! [Guitar feedback}