Wonderful Woman (Tate) lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Smiths
Album: Troy Tate Sessions

Lyrics

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 ..