Watching Alice
Alice wakesIt is morningShe is yawningAs she walks about the roomHer hair falls down her breastShe is naked and it is June
Standing at the windowI wonder if she knows that I can see
Watching Alice rise year after yearUp in her palace, she's captive there
Alice's bodyIs golden brownHer hair hangs downAs she stoops to conquer meFirst she pulls her stocking onAnd then the church bell chimesAlice climbes into her uniformThe zippers on the sideWatching Alice dressing in her roomIt's so depressing, it's cruel
Watching Alice dressing in her roomIt's so depressing, it's true