Goth girls give me trauma
Big tits, big lies, big drama
We break up every summer
They’re not all bad but some are

I can’t pretend
That everything’s in hand
She’s so impulsive and so cool
It makes me so depressed

She’s got no job
She sits in hopes to find
A better man than me
But until then I guess she’s mine

And I will never find anyone like her

Goth girls give me trauma
Big tits, big lies, big drama
We break up every summer
They’re not all bad but some are

What if my stiff
Back does not handle this
Her hair was blue last week
But now she wants Ramona's pink

And I will never find anyone like her

Goth girls give me trauma
Big tits, big lies, big drama
We break up every summer
They’re not all bad but some are