Wonderful Woman歌词

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 ...