Caralee
Is a terror
But Caralee
-Caralee, don't suck on that!-
Pays the bills
-Drop it. Drop it. Drop it!-
Life as her manny
Beats a life on my fanny
Still, Caralee
Ugh! She kills
-Spit. Spit. Spit-- thank you-
Caralee has toy scissors
With which Caralee makes small cuts
Now, you don't try to take them
Try to borrow or break them
And Caralee
-Ugh! Goddamn it-
Stabs your nuts
-Ugh! Gently-- Ugh! --but repeatedly. Ugh!-
Caralee, Caralee, Caralee
Threw up and pooed on my MacBook
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Caralee knows the F-word
In fact, Caralee wrote a song
It's actually hilarious
In inappropriate areas
Like Caralee's
N.C.
Would be wrong
-And now we know-
Caralee, Caralee, Caralee
I think that she might be Satan
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Caralee, Caralee, Caralee
I swear to God, she is Satan
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Caralee likes spaghetti
And Caralee only likes spaghetti
Spaghetti to eat with
And spaghetti to throw with
To get mush between feet with
To shout "homo" and "no" with
Oh, Caralee
Caralee-!
-Is yours for thirty minutes
Here's fifty dollars. I'll be right back
Mister, Caralee's persuasive, she could help you sell your crack
Or if you simply need to barter, she's a very easy sale
But please don't throw her in the trash or try to send her in the mail
Because she'll just come back to haunt you with her scissors and her smile
And it's been awfully nice to meet you, thanks, and so long for a while
Ha ha ha!
Now I'm free
Now I'm free
Of Caralee!