NICE AGE Lyrics

Her toys are broken boys
Lined heart to heart at her door
Each a brunt-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
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
(#)

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 brunt-out kiss
(On the ruins) of her lips
A measure of her pleasure
(#)×2

Oh~
The taste of first lipstick
The mechanics of a wink
The china of the doll
Divine on her chaise longue

(#)×3