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 around 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

She's

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?

Caroline's on the table, screaming

Confidence is in the sea

All their favourite rags are worn

And other kinds of uniform

They kid you you are really free

And you are what you want to be

Chasing individuality until tomorrow

And everything you are you'll see

In pure shiny buttons

Put you in this gear

The driveway's broken

The doorbell sings its chimes and plays Anything Goes

They all talk in rhymes

They all talk in–