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 *grunt* 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
God damit! Stabs your nuts
Gently, but repeatedly
Caralee, Caralee, Caralee
Threw up and poo-ed on my Mac Book
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Caralee knows the "F" word
In fact, Caralee wrote a song
Its actually hilarious in appropriate areas
Like Caralee's father's charity banquet 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 30 minutes, heres 50 dollars
I'll be right back
Mister, Caralee is persuasive she can help you sell your crack
Or if you simply need to barter, shes a very easy sale
But please don't put 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
Its 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!
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