This is a story about how I met a girl who turned me upside down
She made me cry
She made me weep
Made me start losing my sleep
She was just seventeen, so pristine and lived in Aberdeen
She knows she's hard to find
Listen up buttercup don't you know that you're out of luck
And I came to describe
Her name was Caroline (Caroline)
Don't you know that you're all mine, Caroline (Caroline)
Don't you know that you're my type, Caroline (Caroline)
Don't you know that you're all mine
Dark brown hair with a purple skirt
She's got nothin' on her mind except my words
Cherry lip balm just pierces my nose
Live and let die and you gotta let go
Even though she's just a fashion statement
And she's just so complicated
I won't let her go
Caroline (Caroline)
Don't you know that you're all mine, Caroline (Caroline)
Don't you know that you're my type, Caroline (Caroline)
Don't you know that you're all mine