� 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 herself 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 clothes Isn't she pretty in pink? Isn't she pretty in pink? Isn't she? All of her lovers all talk of her nudes And the flowers that they never sent Wasn't she easy? Isn't she pretty in pink? The one who insists he was first in the line Is the last to remember her name Keeps walking around in this dress that she wore She's gone but the jokes the same Pretty in pink Isn't she? Pretty in pink Isn't she? Caroline talks to you softly sometimes Says I love you and too much She doesn't have anything you want to steal Well, nothing you can touch She waits But when she should The traffic is waiting outside She hands you this coat She gives you her clothes It's cost her life Pretty in pink Isn't she? Pretty in pink Isn't she? Isn't she? Isn't she? Isn't she? Isn't she? Isn't she? She's gone but the jokes the same Pretty in pink Isn't she? Pretty in pink Isn't she? Isn't she? Isn't she? Isn't she? Isn't she? All the fair women to war All the clowns in uniform The kid you are really pretty like Individuality You are what you want to be Until tomorrow