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 stoops to conquer me

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 true