Kiss these lips sweet Caroline,
mama wants you home by nine.
Cotton panties, gin and tonic,
an ink serpent up your spine.
Summer nights by river side,
every type of drug you tried.
Giggling at all your little lies,
that you could never really hide.
Black mascara never missed,
eyes are blackened from his fist.
Yet you live inside photographs,
where your happiness does exist.
Colored hair blues and whites,
eyes that lighted up the nights.
Tears for love that is unknown,
laughter followed all the fights.
Oh dear Caroline, please be mine,
display your magic with a sign,
The world may see your darkness,
but in my heart you always shine.