Carissa

Oh she turns and she smiles and she runs
When she saw me coming.
And she laughs and her hair flies
She left me wondering why Carissa, oh why Carissa

I bring her a cake and it’s the icing she eats
Then she walks away and talks to her friends
And she laughs and her hair flies
I ask why Carissa, oh why Carissa

I thought she’d like flowers and pie
So I picked and I baked
Made a bouquet and ribboned the box
I thought oh Carissa, this time Carissa

The bouquet she gave to her pony
The box she chucked as she turned away
So I grabbed her by the neck and squeezed gently
Oh Carissa, oh die Carissa.

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Err.. I’m not in a very pleasant mood.