Wonderful Woman - The Smiths
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 to pass time

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