Wonderful Woman (BBC) — 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 ?
Oh, 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 ?
Ask yourself...
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 ...



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