Too young to play with boys
Too old to play with dolls
Holy terror plays with death
No more dolls no more toys
Now she plays with bodies
My Alice can't be left alone
See her walking down the stairs
See her creeping round inside the church
See her like you never have before
Holy terror Alice my sweet
Why are you running away from me
Rip the Jesus from my neck
Holy terror!
No more dolls no more toys
Now she plays with bodies
My Alice can't be left alone
Too young to play with boys
Too old to play with dolls
Holy terror plays with death
See her walking down the stairs
See her creeping round inside the church
See her like you never have before
I'm convinced you killed them all
Be my mask and hide my sins
I'm convinced you killed them all

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