Smiths - Wonderful Woman Lyrics
Here her head, she layUntil 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 bloodWith neither heart or spineAnd then just, and then justTo pass time; let us go and rob the blindWhat to be done with her ?Ask yourself...What to be said of her ?Oh ...But when she calls me, i do not walk, i runOh, when she calls, i do not walk, i runOh ...Oh ...Oh ...