Pretty In Pink by The Psychedelic Furs

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

She’s, 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 eeeeeeasy, 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 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