paroles de chanson 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

Yeah, the gothest girl I can, the gothest girl I can
The gothest girl I (the gothest girl I), the gothest girl I can
Well, I'm gonna lose these conjugal 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

Well, she's kinda into all things noir
Wants me to get a pumper door
Well, maybe, baby, but you ain't no lady
She is 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
Well, I'm gonna lose these conjugal blues, with the gothest girl I can

I live right, I live good like a nice boy should
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
Something'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 1950
The gothest girl I can

Yeah, the gothest girl I can
The gothest girl I can
The gothest girl I (the gothest girl I), the gothest girl I can
Well, I'm gonna lose these conjugal blues, with the gothest girl I can