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?
Automatic 7 - Pretty in Pink Lyrics
Automatic 7 - Pretty in Pink Lyrics
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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?
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?
Writer: DUNCAN KILBURN, JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD LOFTHOUSE BUTLER, ROGER MORRIS, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC