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