Caroline laughs and it's raining all day 
and 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 coats 
she's 

pretty in pink 
isn't she 
pretty in pink 
isn't she 

all of her loves all talk of the notes 
and the flowers that they never sent 
and wasn't she easy? 
and isn't she pretty in pink? 
the one to insist he was first in the line is the last to remember her name 
he's walking around in this dress she once 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 
all her favorite rags are worn and other kinds of uniform 
they kid you you're really free 
a case of individuality 
you know what you want to be 
until tomorrow 
and everything you are 
you see 
in pure shiny buttons 
doorbell sings it chimes it plays 
anything goes 
bells toll in rhyme