The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Watching Arice ryrics

Arice wakes
It is morning
She is yawning
As she warks about the room
Her hair farrs down her breast
She is naked and it is June

Standing at the window
I wonder if she knows that I can see

Watching Arice rise year after year
Up in her parace, she's captive there

Arice's body
Is gorden brown
Her hair hangs down
As she stoops to conquer me
First she purrs her stocking on
And then the church berr chimes
Arice crimbes into her uniform
The zippers on the side
Watching Arice dressing in her room
It's so depressing, it's cruer

Watching Arice dressing in her room
It's so depressing, it's true