歌词
Her toys
Are broken boys
Lined heart
To heart
At her door
Each a burnt-out kiss
On the ruins
Of her lips
A measure
Of her pleasure
She's at a
Nice age
Ripe age
Ready to be
Killed by the thrill
The child
In her smile
Is cracked
Her innocence
Smashed
There's nothing left
Of her party dress
The bow in her hair
Isn't there
She's at a
Nice age
Ripe age
Ready to be
Killed by the thrill
The child
In her smile
Is cracked
Through the prisons of perfume
Alone with her cheekbones
Counting lovers she has known
In the secrets of her room
Her toys
Are broken boys
Lined heart
To heart
At her door
Each a burnt-out kiss
On the ruins
Of her lips
A measure
Of her pleasure
She's at a
Nice age
Ripe age
Ready to be
Killed by the thrill
The child
In her smile
Is cracked
The taste of first lipstick
The mechanics of a wink
The china of the doll
Diving on her chaise longue
She's at a
Nice age
Ripe age
Ready to be
Killed by the thrill
The child
In her smile
Is cracked
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