Alice wakes, it is morning

She is yawning as she walks about the room

Her hair rolls 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 climbs 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 true

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