The Psychedelic Furs - Pretty In Pink

Caroline laughs and it's raining all day and 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 she's pretty in pink isn't she pretty in pink isn't she all of her loves all talk of the notes and the flowers that they never sent and wasn't she easy? and isn't she pretty in pink? the one to insist he was first in the line is the last to remember her name he's walking around in this dress she once 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 all her favorite rags are worn and other kinds of uniform they kid you you're really free a case of individuality you know what you want to be until tomorrow and everything you are you see in pure shiny buttons doorbell sings it chimes it plays anything goes bells toll in rhyme