Smiths - Wonderful Woman (Bbc) lyrics

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Here her head, she lay <br />

Until she'd rise and say : <br />

"I'm starved of mirth;<br />

Let's go and trip a dwarf"<br />

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Oh, what to be done with her ? <br />

Oh, what to be done with her ? <br />

Oh ... <br />

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Ice water for blood <br />

With neither heart or spine <br />

And then just, and then just <br />

To pass time; let us go and rob the blind <br />

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What to be done with her ? <br />

Ask yourself... <br />

What to be said of her ? <br />

Oh ... <br />

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But when she calls me, I do not walk, I run <br />

Oh, when she calls, I do not walk, I run <br />

Oh ... <br />

Oh ... <br />

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Oh ...