Wonderful woman (tate)

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 ...