Testo Carissa's Weird

Is there a race involved?

You run and hide, you get two stars

Last night two fat skinheads whistled at her

But she sleeps it off
A whiskey scent on her kitten's fur



And when it's time to go

I'll push her high as she wants to go

Red pants down, she's pissing out by the car

And though she'll never know

Carissa's weird but I love her so