Oh, I think she's talking to herself again Oh, a party with imaginary friends Ooh, nail polish chipped, I don't want to 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 voodoo Little Mila, Mila, Mila Mila, Mila, Mila Oh, I haven't felt this way before Oh, usually I'm straight as an arrow Oh, something about 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 voodoo 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