The Gothest Girl I Can - Corb Lund

I’m gonna get the gothest girl I can

With the pale white rockabilly tan

You know the kind, the ones you find

In the country metal punk rock band

She might be into hot rod cars

Or leather fetish bondage bars

She’s dirty, pretty, the hippest in the city

She’s the gothest girl I can

The gothest girl I can, the gothest girl I can

The gothest girl I, the gothest girl I, the gothest girl I can

I’m gonna lose these country blues

With the gothest girl I can

I’m gonna get the gothest girl I can

Black lips and Bettie Page bangs

Horn rimmed glasses and an ass that’ll pass

For a glimpse at the promised land

She’s kinda into all things noir

Wants me to get a pompadour

Well, maybe baby, but she ain’t no lady

She’s the gothest girl I can

I live right, I live good like a nice boy should

I put my trust in our Lord’s plan

I live right, I live just like a young boy must

Like I should, but I tell ya, man

Somethin’s gotta give 'cause the right way to live

Isn’t hittin' it, you understand

I need a wild, wild lover, the kind that scares your mother

I need the gothest girl i can

Thrift store vampire chic

It’s night every day of the week

Stop, stare, dead flowers in her hair

She’s the gothest girl I can

She got old skool blue tattoos

And big black boots on, too

Polka dot dress and flames on her chest

She’s the gothest girl I can

It’s kinda hot when she calls me 'doll'

And 'daddy' at the swing dance ball

She’s neat, nifty like nineteen fifty

She’s the gothest girl I can