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 Pretty in pink
Isn't she? Isn't she?.
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