Did you ever try to understand
What goes inside of a man
That used to hold your hand
Did you ever try to understand
What goes inside of a man
That gives his love in your hands

Some nights we die
Some nights we cry
Don’t push your love over the borderline
Some nights we die
Some nights we cry
Don’t push your love over the borderline

Don’t push your love
Over the borderline
Don’t push your love
Over the line
Don’t you push your love

Did you ever try to understand
What goes inside of a man
That used to hold your hand
Did you ever try to understand
What goes inside of a man
That gives his heart in your hands

Some nights we die
Some nights we cry
Don’t push your love over the borderline
Some nights we die
Some nights we cry
Don’t push your love over the borderline

Don’t push your love
Over the borderline
Don’t push your love
Over the line
Don’t you push your love

She likes to sleep her nights with the window open wide
Just in case her Dark Prince
would come by the silvery light
She lives with her two cats
a "please no ads" sign on her door
Memories in her photo books some of them still a bit sore

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red

She hates Christmas nights more
than dressing up in white
The lightning's something she adores
like Frankenstein's Bride
She's obsessed with the Hollywood Book of Dead
church yards give her more
No room for the living in her heart cold as 1334

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Drinks Absinthe after giving head
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Whispers Dracula in her bed
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met

The 69 Eyes - Gothic Girl

You can see her
Whenever it rains
From Rome to New Orleans
Dancing on the graves

Burden by the heart
She loves her sunglasses after dark
And every single day her little life falls apart

She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying

Just like a gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Darkerside jewel are your razorcuts for real, baby

You can see
She's on her road to ruin
Stigmata from crucifixion
On her pale white skin

Tribal pagan art
She loves her tattooed Egyptian mark
And every single day her love will tear us apart

She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying

Just like a gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Darkerside jewel are your razorcuts for real, baby