The Gothic Heat Wave Scenario.

It's too fucking hot,
it's like walking through soup.
My feet are on fire
and my hair starts to droop.

My eyeliner runs
and my face is all red.
Like a big shiny beetroot
with eyebrows instead.

I'm sick of it all,
it's too hot to handle.
If it keeps getting hotter
I'll have to wear sandals.

My penchant for tight jeans
and big f*ck off boots
is leaving me breathless
as temperatures shoot.

So roll on November
and bring back the cold.
It helps out the polar bears,
or so I've been told.

More important than that, though,
more important than that..
I can dress all in black
without looking a twat.