#67 Pretty in Pink

#67 Pretty in Pink – Psychedelic Furs

So who knows what this’s’all about then? I find it difficult to believe that Martim Amis could inspire anyone to do anything (good or bad), so maybe it really is about some transvestite with whom the band may or may not have had sex who may or may not have liked to dress in a white dress which may or may not have been stained with blood (hers/his or not) possibly as the result of a car crash or not. I really hate the saxophone.

Lyrics

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 her self 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 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 gives you her clothes
these cars collide

pretty in pink
isn’t she pretty in pink
isn’t she…

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