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 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 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? Caroline's on the table screaming Confidence is in the sea And all their favorite rags are worn And other kinds of uniform They kid you, you're really free And you know what you want to be Case of individuality until tomorrow And everything you are you'll see In pure shiny buttons They put you in this gear and driveways broken Doorbell sings in chimes It plays anything goes, bells toll in rhyme © EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com