Pretty in pink, isn't she?
And her lovers walk through in their coaches
"This is it that's the end of the joke"
The one who insists he was first in the line
Is the last to remember her name
Until tomorrow the driveway's broken
She hands you this coat
His doorbell sings its chimes
Well nothing you can touch
And loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
And wasn't she easy?
The traffic is waiting outside
These cars collide
She doesn't have anything you want to steal
And the flowers that they never sent
He's walking around in this dress that she wore
She turns her self round and she smiles and she says
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Where nothing is ever put straight
God knows why I tried this
Caroline talks to you softly sometimes
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Isn't she pretty in pink?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
All of her lovers all talk of her notes
In time with what and for who
Kitty, you're really free like individuality
Pretty in pink, isn't she?
And other kinds of uniform
She gives you her clothes
She says, "I love you" and "Too much"
She waves, she buttons your shirt
All their favorite rags are worn
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
She is gone but the joke's the same
You are what you want to be
