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