Carissa's Weird

Is there a race involved?
You run and hide, you get two stars
Last night two fat skinheads whistled at her
But she sleeps it off
A whiskey scent on her kitten's fur

And when it's time to go
I'll push her high as she wants to go
Red pants down, she's pissing out by the car
And though she'll never know
Carissa's weird but I love her so