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