He's such a pretty girl
In his dress and high heels
Lacy silks and chiffon
Affect how he feels
He's going out tonight
To turn some heads
Carlos becomes Carla
With his lips painted up red.

He feels so much more confident
With stockings round his thighs
With frilly fancies across his chest
And mascara around his eyes.
He's a beauty queen
With a husky low voice
He has a perfect figure
To impress all the boys

Oh Carla! We won't tell the world your secret
Oh Carla! we won't let them know
Oh Carla! With your hair brown and your eyes blue
Oh Carla! Let them wait until they uncover you!



Carla's getting dolled up for a night on the tiles,
and he's not sure where he left his suspenders
He tries to retrace his steps but he's walked miles,
And he would go out but it just doesn't feel right.

He's got that look in his eyes
That leaves the boys surprised
He sees his next conquest
It leaves quite a mess
You see this one likes breasts
Carla is of flat chest
He has more than the rest
It's just he wears a dress

Surely he is a nice girl
But he's too sexy for our world
Pretty boys in fishnets
Leave our people in distress
If he saunters up to you
Heed our warning
What's in his underwear
May leave you mourning

Oh Carla etc.

Lyrics submitted by loislilykat

Carla song meanings
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