Текст песни 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

Ice water for blood

With neither heart or spine

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Let us go and rob the blind

What to be done with her ?

I ask myself

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