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?