Pretty in Pink

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 coats

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 and 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?