Lyrics:

HER TOYS ARE BROKEN BOYS
LINED HEART TO HEART AT THE DOOR
EACH A BURNT-OUT KISS ON THE RUINS OF HER LIPS
A MEASURE OF HER PLEASURE

SHES AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE
READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL
SHES AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE
READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL

THE CHILD IN HER SMILE IS CRACKED HER INNOCENCE SMASHED
THERES NOTHING LEFT OF HER PARTY DRESS
THE BOW IN HER HAIR ISNT THERE

SHES AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL
SHES AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE READY TO BE KILLED BY A 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 BURNT-OUT KISS ON THE RUINS OF HER LIPS
A MEASURE OF HER PLEASURE

SHES AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL
SHES AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL

THE TASTE OF FIRST LIPSTICK
THE MECHANICS OF A WINK
THE CHINA OF THE DOLL
DIVINE ON HER CHAISE LONGUE

SHES AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL
SHES AT A NICE AGE RIPE AGE READY TO BE KILLED BY A THRILL
(FADE)