Roses

[Verse One - Andre 3000]
Caroline! Caroline! All the guys would say she's mighty fine
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time
And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short
Yeah, now dig this, even though, even though
You'd need a golden calculator to divide, to divide
The time it took to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!

[Chorus- Repeat 2x]
I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that roses really smell like poo-ooo-ooo
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-ooo-ooo

[Verse Two - Andre 3000]
Caroline! Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "Witch" "Witch"
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club
And also trying to physch up somebody like that
And try to put on her makeup in the mirror
And crash, crash, crashhh into a ditch (just playin)
She needs a golden calculator to divide, to divide
The time it took to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!
[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
well she's got the hottest body, but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty
I said "Shorty, would you call me?"
She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?" I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing"
Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts
But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak
Trickin' off this bitch is lost Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat
A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers
And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see your support bra not support you!
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough get so low
Bitch, you ain't that fine No way.. no way.. no way