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 her self 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

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 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 buttons 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

*Caroline's on the table screaming
Confidence is in the sea
And all their favorite rags are worn
And other kinds of uniform
They kid you you're really free
And you know what you want to be
Case of individuality
Until tomorrow
And everything you are you'll see
In pure shiny buttons
They put you in this gear
And driveways broken
Doorbell sings in chimes
It plays anything goes
Bells toll in rhyme