Automatic 7 - Pretty in Pink Lyrics
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Pretty in Pink
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What Are The Lyrics For Pretty in Pink By Automatic 7?
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? |
Who Wrote Pretty in Pink By Automatic 7?
Duncan Kilburn, John Ashton, Richard Lofthouse Butler, Roger Morris, Timothy Butler, Vincent Davey
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What's The Duration Of The Pretty in Pink By Automatic 7?The duration of Pretty in Pink is 3:11 minutes and seconds. |
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