Caroline laughs andnIt's raining all daynShe loves to be one of the girlsnnShe lives in the placenIn the side of our livesnWhere nothing isnEver put straightnShe turns herself roundnAnd she smiles and she saysn'This is it'nn'That's the end of the joke'nAnd loses herselfnIn her dreaming and sleepnAnd her lovers walknThrough in their coatsnnPretty in pinknIsn't she?nPretty in pinknIsn't she?nnAll of her loversnAll talk of her notesnAnd the flowersnThat they never sentnAnd wasn't she easynAnd isn't she nPretty in pinknThe one who insists nHe was first in the linenIs the last tonRemember her namenHe's walking around nIn this dress nThat she worenShe is gonenBut the joke's the samennPretty in pinknIsn't she?nPretty in pinknIsn't she?nnCaroline talks to younSoftly sometimesnShe saysn'I love you' andn'Too much'nShe doesn't have anything nYou want to stealnWellnNothing you can touchnShe wavesnShe buttons your shirtnThe trafficnIs waiting outsidenShe hands you this coatnShe gives you her clothesnThese cars collidennPretty in pinknIsn't she?nPretty in pinknIsn't she?n