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Here her head she lay, Until she'd rise and say
"I'm starved of mirth, Let's go and trip a dwarf"
Oh, what to be done with her ? Oh, what to be done with her ? Oh
Ice water for blood, With neither heart or spine
And then just to pass time, Let us go and rob the blind
What to be done with her ?, I ask myself
What to be said of her ? Oh
But when she calls me, I do not walk, I run
Oh, when she calls, I do not walk, I run, oh, oh, oh
The Smiths - Wonderful Woman
"I'm starved of mirth, Let's go and trip a dwarf"
Oh, what to be done with her ? Oh, what to be done with her ? Oh
Ice water for blood, With neither heart or spine
And then just to pass time, Let us go and rob the blind
What to be done with her ?, I ask myself
What to be said of her ? Oh
But when she calls me, I do not walk, I run
Oh, when she calls, I do not walk, I run, oh, oh, oh
The Smiths - Wonderful Woman