Wonderful Woman

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