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 coaches      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?   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?      All their favorite rags are worn   And other kinds of uniform   Kitty, you're really free like individuality   You are what you want to be   Until tomorrow the driveway's broken   His doorbell sings its chimes   In time with what and for who   God knows why I tried this   Vicious drug and I shake