At nine o'clock each morning down On Charlotte Avenue The bus driver stops and lets her off Before the first shampoo Alice started working there when she was just a girl And now she mans the second chair At Thelma's Cut and Curl
A trim is just ten dollars And the conversation's free She recreates the latest styles of 1963 With a lipstick-circled cigarette constantly aflame She greets all her clientèle By first and middle names
And even though that mirror Paints a picture much too clear She'll mix you up some magic And she'll dye away the years And, oh, they come and go so fast Don't they, Alice, Alice in the looking glass
One time she was married, but now she lives alone But there's a little ancient poodle Waiting there for her at home And she'll tell you all about him like he was her only child And rubs her swollen ankles While she waits for you to dry
There's a picture on the mirror there of her at seventeen The day that Thelma did her hair when she was football queen And, oh, they come and go so fast Don't they, Alice, Alice in the looking glass
Even though that mirror paints a picture much too clear She'll mix you up some magic and she'll dye away the years And, oh, they keep coming back Don't they, Alice, Alice in the looking glassTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
