Her toys
 Are broken boys
 Lined heart
 To heart
 At her 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 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
 The child
 In her smile
 Is cracked
 
 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 her 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 the thrill
 The child
 In her smile
 Is cracked
 
 The taste of first lipstick
 The mechanics of a wink
 The china of the doll
 Diving on her chaise longue
 
 She's at a
 Nice age
 Ripe age
 Ready to be
 Killed by the thrill
 The child
 In her smile
 Is cracked