Pretty in Pink

All their favorite rags are worn
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
She is gone but the joke's the same
You are what you want to be
Kitty, you're really free like individuality
All of her lovers all talk of her notes
She hands you this coat
"This is it that's the end of the joke"

God knows why I tried this
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?

He's walking around in this dress that she wore
She waves, she buttons your shirt
She gives you her clothes
And other kinds of uniform
These cars collide

She doesn't have anything you want to steal
The one who insists he was first in the line
And the flowers that they never sent
Until tomorrow the driveway's broken
His doorbell sings its chimes
She says, "I love you" and "Too much"
In time with what and for who
Isn't she pretty in pink?
Well nothing you can touch
Pretty in pink, isn't she?

And loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
Is the last to remember her name

She lives in the place in the side of our lives
She turns her self round and she smiles and she says
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
And wasn't she easy?
Caroline talks to you softly sometimes
And her lovers walk through in their coaches
The traffic is waiting outside
Where nothing is ever put straight