GOTH GIRL BLUES

I love a little goth girl in knee high combat boots

Her hair is black as midnight with burgundy roots

I offered her my throat and my little goth girl bit

But I kissed my little goth girl and I'll tell you what she did

She picked up her Anne Rice novel and walked out the door

She said I've got no tolerance for being so adored

She left me in the afterglow of the Louisiana moon

Hoping she would come home soon

Now the night air smells like absinth down on Jackson Square

Where old men play accordions to a Cajun air

And the singer's got a funny song as the tourists fade away

About the little girl that got away

I know they're selling snake oil down at Marie Laveaux's

And I'd be kind of foolish to wear my gris-gris where it shows

But the wind blows cold on Esplanade ‘neath that old black magic moon

Hope my little gothette comes home soon

If you ever go to Bourbon on a Saturday night

When the wind blows from the river in the glow of the lights

Don't fall for Bettie Page's ghost she'll spurn you like theligh

And leave you howling at the night

I'm sitting down on Bourbon with the tourists and the clutter

I've got my butt in the pavement and my mind in the gutter

And a bottle of mad dog twenty twenty that's like to make me hurl

Thinking bout my Louisiana girl