Pretty In Pink

Caroline laughs and it's raining all day

And 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 her self sound and she smiles and she says

"This is it, that's the end of the joke!"

And she loses herself in her dreaming and sleep

And her lovers walk through with 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 her line is the last to remember her name

And 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'd 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 hands you her clothes

These cars collide

Pretty in pink,Isn't she

Pretty in pink,Isn't she

All their favorite rags are worn

And other kinds of uniform

Kitty you're really free like individuality

You are what you want to be

Until tomorrow

All their favorite rags are worn

And other kinds of uniform

Kitty you're really free like individuality

You are what you want to be

Until tomorrow