Caroline laughs, and it's raining all day
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 

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 the 
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 give you her clothes
These cars collide

Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?