Pretty In Pink

My sweet darling
 My sweet, sweet, darling
 One, two
 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?