She looks like one.

She dresses like one.

Got kicked out of the Goths for having too much fun.

She's my vampire girl.

Stays up all night, goes to sleep when it's light.

Her hair is midnight black.

Her face translucen white.

She's my vampire girl.

Anyone would be honored to hang around with her.

She might be considered bats, but one thing I know for sure:

you better not make fun.

You wish that you were one.

She lives in New Orleans but she still gets things done.

She's my vampire girl.