Give me all your paper ma Gimme all your jazz Give me something that I need Something I can have Mrs. London's coming round She's coming with her son Gimme all your paper ah So I can get a gun She has got it in for me Yeah I mean it honestly She's so mean Give me all your paper ma So I can buy a train They just want to suck you in To being one of them Tell her that I'm not in here Tell her I'm a freak Tell her that I fall about Every time I speak She has got in for me Yeah I mean it honestly I just scream Give me all your paper ma So I can buy a train I don't know how I got in here It's making me insane Have another cigarette And have another cigarette In a room where lovers go Talking on the telephone They have go it in for me Yeah I mean it honestly They all dream
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?
She comes in like an angel, And goes down like these flats. I don't know why she does all this. It's making her see that I don't want you always, And I won't hold your hand. I won't give you flowers, I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I got my own morals, You've got your own too. Lovers will just steal your clothes, But I'm not one of them. Forgive me. I just didn't want to run away with you. There's romance, or so she says. I want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you. I want to sleep with you. I didn't want to fade in you. I make my own scenes. These go-go girls are happening. They're just like accidents. He's got sunglasses, electric shoes, This vicious dog, and I shake. A uniform in black and blue, He wants to be your guard. I just want to sleep with you. I just want to sleep with you, now.
there's demonstrations and demonstrations listen to the weathermen they're not saying anything they're tripping flags for you this crazy face for you you don't have a point of view you don't have to say you do no tears, no colours, yeah there's conversation and conversation talk about yourself again talk about the rain again another lie for you another point of view how can you believe in them? don't believe in anything no colours, no tears, yeah there's demonstrations and demonstrations listen to the weathermen they're not saying anything there's conversation and conversation talk about yourself again talk about the rain again no tears, no colours, no you now
Mrs. Jones is seventeen, and six, and twenty-four. Moderately pretty. She is all the girls, you know. We are going far away. We're going for a ride. Mr. jones has got a plan, If you just come inside. So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. Mr. Jones is beautiful. Your eyes are made of glass. Looking through the window, You can see the world go past. Here's another nine o'clock, And here's another day. Wonder how the weather is, And what the people say? So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance. Mr. Jones can turn you on And turn you off again. Mr. Jones is all of you Who live inside a plan. Put your head upon the pillow, Never put it down. That would only wake you up And turn your head around. So good, so far. Slow down, ha ha. Movie stars, and ads, And radio define romance. Don't turn it on, I don't want to dance.
No kind of love. I don't want to make no scene - Lovers come and go - or make you Mrs. Anyone or make you Mr. Me. I'm into you like a train. Yeah, fall in love. I don't want to tape you down or shack you up with me, or put you where the flowers go or get into your mind. I'm into you like a train. Now fall in love. Yeah, fall in love. If you believe that anyone like me within a song is outside it all, then you are all so wrong. If you believe that anyone like me within a song would try and change it all, then you have been put on. I don't want to wear no side or complicate it all, or celebrate your prettiness and kick you in it all. So wrong.
