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