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