Testo: Adam Green. Carolina.

Carolina, she's from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships
But her breasts taste just like breakfast

There's her hand now on the cock sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She's an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said

Give us back our lives
Leave him, Carolina
Every thing's just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind

California presidente
Cogi mucho estoy cansado
Dostoevsky, Fab Moretti
Antiseptic, complimentary

There's her hand now on the cock sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She's an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said

Give us back our lives
Leave him, Carolina
Every thing's just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind

Goodnight sweetheart, flying high on birth control
She knows the pregnancy will show
That she smells nice when you look twice
Who's your boyfriend, Carolina?
And it's goodnight sweetheart, flying high on birth control
She knows the rejections in her bones

Carolina, she's from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina