Nice Age 歌词

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...