From the gloomy halls of Hades Twelve girls are born of queens No one to judge their tears Kicked away from sleep Always told no mother It's gone now You hate them They're cold But the star became alive Dirty, pretty girls Tears did not, stop them and They wanted to sing and dance And be happy Pretty girls Faces grow older Begin to master secrets Polished with deliverance They took from life Dirty, dirty girls Dirty, pretty girls Sing and dance Dirty, pretty girls They sing and dance Dirty, pretty girls Through the glass of a dirty window Making a space to look on through There is dissolve in the falling apart And will see at once the world at large If you make a disease, will you tell her everything Stopping them coming back for more The dirty, dirty girls Dirty, pretty girls Sing and dance Dirty, pretty girls They sing and dance Dirty, pretty girls