Alice wakes It is morning She is yawning As she walks about the room Her hair falls down her breast She is naked and it is June
Standing at the window I wonder if she knows that I can see
Watching Alice rise year after year Up in her palace, she's captive there
Alice's body Is golden brown Her hair hangs down As she brushes it one hundred times First she pulls her stocking on And then the church bell chimes Alice climbes into her uniform The zippers on the side
Watching Alice dressing in her room It's so depressing, it's cruel
Watching Alice dressing in her room It's so depressing, it's trueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
