I coulda swore her hair was made of rayonnShe wore a Milton Bradley CrayonnBut she was something I could lay onnCan't remember what became of me . . .nCarolina Hardcore EcstasynnShe put a Doobie Brothers tape onnI had a Roger Daitrey cape onnThere was a bed I dumped her shape onnCan't remember what became of me . . .nCarolina Hardcore EcstasynnSomewhat later onnI woke up and she was gonenThere was dew out on the lawnnIn the sunrisenLater she came backnWith a rumpled paper sacknWhich she told me would containnA surprisennShe stuck her hand right in it to the bottomnSaid she knew I'd be surprised she got'emnTake a Charleston pimp to spot 'emnThen she gave a pair of shoes to me ...nPlastic leather, 14 Triple DnnI said: I wonder what's the shoes fornShe told me: Don't you worry no morenAnd got right down there on the tile floor:nNow Darling STOMP ALL OVER ME! ...nCarolina Hardcore EcstasynnIs this something newnHaving people stomp on you?nIs it what I need to donFor your pleasure?nWhat is this, a quiz?nDon't you worry what it isnIt is merely just a momentnI can treasurennBy ten o'clock her arms and legs were renderednShe couldn't talk 'cause her mouth had been extenderednLooked to me as though she had been blenderednBut was this abject misery?nNo! No!nCarolina Hardcore Ecstasy!nnIt might seem strange to Herb and Dee -nCarolina Hardcore Ecstasy!