Wonderful Woman Lyrics - 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