Black Things

I like black things.

There's no two bits about it.

I wear black every day.

There's no doubt about it.

From the clunk of my boots

to the shade of my eye.

I like black things.

Don't ask me why.

Black chokers and bracelets,

black fishnets and skirts --

black boots and black blouses,

black socks and black shirts.

I like black things.

Don't ask me why --

from the black of my stockings

to the white of my thigh.

From the tip of my nails

to the shoes on my feet --

I like black things,

they make me complete.

And if the day

was black as night,

I really feel

that'd be alright.

And if my heart

stopped beating now,

that'd be alright,

someway, somehow.

But I like black things.

Don't ask me why.

From the black of my hair

to the lash of my eye.

Yes, I like black things,

there's no need to shout...

it's the black things in life

that I can't live without.