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?
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 bu*tons 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?