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 '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?
 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?
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 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?