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, 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

When she calls, I do not walk, I run