Carolina, she's from Texas 
Red bricks drop from her [bad word] 
Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships 
But her [bad word] taste just like breakfast 
There's her hand now on the [bad word] 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 
Everything'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 
 [bad word] 
There's her hand now on the [bad word] 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 
Everything'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 rejections in her bones 

Carolina, she's from Texas 
Red bricks drop from her [bad word] 
Carolina 
Carolina 
Carolina