Caroline laughs and it's raining all
day
She loves to be one of the
girls
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
Where nothing is ever put straight
She turns herself round and she smiles and she says
This is it, that's the end of the joke
And loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
And her lovers walk through in their coaches
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
All of her lovers all talk of her notes
And the flowers that they never sent
And wasn't she easy?
Isn't she
pretty in pink?
The
one who insists he was first in the line
Is the last to remember her name
He's walking around in this dress that she wore
She is gone but the joke's the same
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Caroline talks to you softly sometimes
She says, I love you and too much
She doesn't have anything you want to steal
Well, nothing you can touch
She waves, she buttons your shirt
The traffic is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She gives you her clothes
These cars collide
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
