Black hair, black nails, black lips
You'd think fire shot from her fingertips
She never smiles, she likes to glower
She even thinks she's got the power
But you should know this Gothic gal
Is hapless as the devil's pal
She is a fake for all to see
A Rocky Horror wannabe
The only thing you must beware
Is not to love her evil stare
There beats inside this tortured tart
A hard and shrunken, blackened heart