(originally by Pscyhedelic Furs)
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Caroline laughs and
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It's raining all day
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She loves to be one of the girls
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She lives in the place
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In the side of our lives
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Where nothing is
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Ever put straight
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She turns herself round
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And she smiles and she says
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'This is it'
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'That's the end of the joke'
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And loses herself
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In her dreaming and sleep
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And her lovers walk
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Through in their coats
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Pretty in pink
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Isn't she?
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Pretty in pink
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Isn't she?
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All of her lovers
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All talk of her notes
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And the flowers
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That they never sent
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And wasn't she easy
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And isn't she
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Pretty in pink
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The one who insists
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He was first in the line
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Is the last to
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Remember her name
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He's walking around
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In this dress
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That she wore
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She is gone
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But the joke's the same
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Pretty in pink
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Isn't she?
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Pretty in pink
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Isn't she?
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Caroline talks to you
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Softly sometimes
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She says
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'I love you' and
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'Too much'
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She doesn't have anything
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You want to steal
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Well
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Nothing you can touch
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She waves
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She buttons your shirt
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The traffic
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Is waiting outside
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She hands you this coat
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She gives you her clothes
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These cars collide
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Pretty in pink
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Isn't she?
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Pretty in pink
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Isn't she?
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Pretty In Pink
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Social Distortion |