Goodnight sweetheart, flying high on birth control
I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said
Refill my prescription
Dostoevsky, Fab Moretti
And it's goodnight sweetheart, flying high on birth control
Refill my prescription
Until next time
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina
That she smells nice when you look twice
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind
Give us back our lives
Leave him, Carolina
Until next time
Every thing's just fine
Antiseptic, complimentary
But her breasts taste just like breakfast
Songwriter: Adam Green
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Carolina, she's from Texas
Give us back our lives
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Who's your boyfriend, Carolina?
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She knows the pregnancy will show
Every thing's just fine
Publisher: AVERAGE CABBAGE MUSIC
She's an eyesore in her red dress
Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships
Leave him, Carolina
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind
Carolina, she's from Texas
There's her hand now on the cock sock
Cogi mucho estoy cansado
She's an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said
California presidente
She knows the rejections in her bones
There's her hand now on the cock sock