What makes her different from the rest
That music you play, I'm not saying it's bad, no, no
It just seems terribly sad
The hours that I spend alone are the happiest I've ever had
And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth
But it's something she can never do
She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross
That's what she'd say if she ever spoke to you
She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross
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
'Cause it's only by herself that she'll find out
But on the inside she's a happy goth
Well, her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth
Well, her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth
And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth
Don't worry mum, don't worry dad
