Pretty in Pink

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