A pair of velvet bows
Adorn her sleeping toes
She plucks the pedals of
a lost love, a blackened rose
Gotham girl
A sullen serenade
Of dark and twisted braids
No nanny nor a moon lit milk maid
Could look her way
Gotham girl
It's an evil, it's an awfully cold cold world
In the sequel, love will come for gotham girl
She lay beside the grave
A pearl in the grey
A basket for the dead, and haunted
Of warm corn bread
Gotham girl
It's an evil, it's an awfully cold cold world
In the sequel, love will find our gotham girl