HER TOYS ARE BROKEN BOYS
LINED HEART TO HEART AT THE 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 A THRILL
SHE’S AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE
READY TO BE KILLED BY A 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 A THRILL
SHE’S AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL
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 THE 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 A THRILL
SHE’S AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL
THE TASTE OF FIRST LIPSTICK
THE MECHANICS OF A WINK
THE CHINA OF THE DOLL
DIVINE ON HER CHAISE LONGUE
SHE’S AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL
SHE’S AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL
(FADE)