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
It just seems terribly sad

She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross
But on the inside she's a happy goth
She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross
But it's something she can never do
'Cause it's only by herself that she'll find out
The hours that I spend alone are the happiest I've ever had
That music you play, I'm not saying it's bad, no, no

But on the inside
Well, her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth
She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross
Well, her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth
Don't worry mum, don't worry dad
And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth
And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth
That's what she'd say if she ever spoke to you
But on the inside she's a happy goth
Is everything all right? I'd like to think you'd tell me if something was wrong