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

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?

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

All the fettered

rags of war

And other kinds

of uniform

That kid you

you're really free

Like individuality

You're what you

want to be

Until tomorrow

All the fettered

rags of war

And other kinds

of uniform

That kid you

you're really free

Like individuality

You're what you

want to be

Until tomorrow