NICE AGE

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
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 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
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 Through the prisons of perfume
 Alone with her cheekbones
 Counting lovers she has known
 In the secrets of her room
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 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...