And everything you are you'll see
All of her lovers, all talk of her notes
That's the end of the joke
Confidence is in the sea
She hands you this coat
Caroline talks to you softly sometimes
Is the last to remember her name
She is gone but the joke's the same
And all their favorite rags are worn
Pretty in pink, Isn't she?
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
And wasn't she easy?
The traffic is waiting outside
And the flowers that they never sent
She waves, she buttons your shirt
She doesn't have anything you want to steal
He's walking around in this dress that she wore
Case of individuality until tomorrow
Doorbell sings in chimes
Pretty in pink, Isn't she?
Pretty in pink, Isn't she?
She gives you her clothes, these cars collide
And isn't she pretty in pink?
She says I love you and too much
She turns herself round and
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
The one who insists he was first in the line
And you know what you want to be
And her lovers walk through in their coats
Where nothing is ever put straight
They put you in this gear and driveways broken
She smiles and she says, this is it
Well, nothing you can touch
And loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
They kid you, you're really free
And other kinds of uniform
In pure shiny buttons
Caroline's on the table screaming
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
