Caroline laughs and it's raining all dayShe loves to be one of the girlsShe lives in the place in the side of our livesWhere nothing is ever put straightShe 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 sleepAnd her lovers walk through in their coatsShe's pretty in pinkIsn't shePretty in pinkIsn't sheAll of her lovers all talk of her notesAnd the flowers that they never sentAnd wasn't she easyAnd isn't she pretty in pinkThe one who insists he was first in the lineIs the last to remember her nameHe's walking aroundIn this dress that she woreShe is goneBut the joke's the samePretty in pinkIsn't shePretty in pinkIsn't sheCaroline talks to you softly sometimesShe says 'I love you' and 'Too much'She doesn't have anything you want to stealWell, nothing you can touchShe wavesShe buttons your shirtThe traffic is waiting outsideShe hands you this coatShe gives you her clothesThese cars collidePretty in pinkIsn't shePretty in pinkIsn't she
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