Oh, I think she's talking to herself again
Oh, a party with imaginary friends
Oh, nail polish chipped, I don't wanna fix it
Oh, I like her just the way she is
Little Mila she's my muse, look at how she moves
Self inflicted wounds under bad tattoos
Little Mila she's my muse, dancing 'round the room
Effortlessly cool, she's my gothic little boo
Mila, Mila, Mila
Mila, Mila, Mila
♪
Oh, I haven't felt this way before
Oh, usually I'm straight as an arrow
Oh, something 'bout her has me wanting more
Oh, it's magical or it's delusional
Little Mila she's my muse, howling at the moon
Grooving to the Who in some thigh high boots
Little Mila she's my muse, why is she so cute
You would want her too, she's my gothic little boo
Mila, Mila, Mila
Mila, Mila, Mila
♪
Oh, I'm not even sure if she's angel or demon
Oh, but I'm a connoisseur for this feeling of freedom
Oh, through her bedroom door heaven is a replica
Oh, she wants to show me more so I say
God bless America
♪
Little Mila she's my muse, look at how she moves
Self inflicted wounds under bad tattoos
Little Mila she's my muse, dancing 'round the room
Effortlessly cool, she's my gothic little boo
Little Mila she's my muse, howling at the moon
Grooving to the Who in some thigh high boots
Little Mila she's my muse, why is she so cute
You would want her too, she's my gothic little boo
Mila, Mila, Mila