Her toys are broken boys
Lined heart to heart at the door
Each a brunt-out kisson her lips
The measure of her pleasure
She's at a nice age, ripe age
Ready to be killed by the thrill
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
She's at a nice age, ripe age
Ready to be killed by the 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 brunt-out kisson her lips
The measure of her pleasure
She's at a nice age, ripe age
Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age, ripe age
Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age, ripe age
Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age, ripe age
Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age, ripe age
(The taste of first lipstick)
Ready to be killed by the thrill
(The mechanics of a wink)
She's at a nice age, ripe age
(The china of the doll)
Ready to be killed by the thrill
(Divine on her chaise lounge)
She's at a nice age, ripe age
Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age, ripe age
Ready to be killed by the thrill...