Watching Alice

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