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 stockings 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