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 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