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?
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?
But when she calls me
I do not walk, I run
Oh, when she calls
I do not walk, I run, oh, oh, oh