Stuck Up

My corset's laced,

My nose ring's in.

My lipstick is just right.

All geared up to look extremely bored

out at the club tonight.

Gotta use five cans of hairspray

so my hairdo's bulletproof.

I'm the only one who's teasing job

can deflect pigeon poop.

I'm so GAWTHIC!

Don't you wish you were me?

Even Peter Murphy would say

I'm much gothier than he.

My complexion's nice and pasty.

The black lights will make me glow.

Now I'm practicing my ennui

before it's time to go.

Gonna stand out on the dancefloor

by the mirror in the back,

admiring just how my dress

is the perfect shade of black.

I'm so GAWTHIC!

Don't you wish you were me?

I am not just a mere mortal

unlike all these wannabes.

I think they're all just jealous

cuz they know I'm better dressed.

Or maybe they just envy

how I always look depressed.

I sit on the net till 4am

and chat all through the night

bragging 'bout how black my hair is

and how I avoid the light.

I'm so GAWTHIC!

Don't you wish you were me?

So step aside you little fakes!

Worship my Gothnicity!