Oh, I think she′s talking to herself again

Oh, a party with imaginary friends

Oh, nail polish chipped, I don't wanna fix itOh, 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