The Smiths - WONDERFUL WOMAN (BBC) lyrics

rate me

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, and then just

To pass time; let us go and rob the blind

What to be done with her ?

Ask yourself...

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 ...

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