Smiths
wonderful woman
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Wonderful Woman
Here her head, she lay
Until she'd rise and say :
Im starved of mirth;
Lets
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 ...