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