Wonderful Woman (Tate) — текст песни (Smiths, The)

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 ?
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 ?
Oh, what to ...
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 ...