Caroline laughs, and it’s raining all day
And she loves to be one of the girls
She lives in a 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”
Then loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
And her lovers walk through in their coats, yeah
Pretty in pink
Isn’t she?
Pretty in pink
Isn’t she?
All of her lovers all talk of her clothes
And the flowers that they never sent
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 her clothes
She gives you her clothes, these cars collide
Pretty in pink
Isn’t she?
Pretty in pink
Isn’t she?
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