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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 |
