Here her head, she lay
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Until she'd rise and say :
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"I'm starved of mirth;
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Let's go and trip a dwarf"
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Oh, what to be done with her ?
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What to be done with her ?
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Oh ...
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Ice water for blood
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With neither heart or spine
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And then just, and then just
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To pass time; let us go and rob the blind
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What to be done with her ?
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Oh, what to ...
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What to be said of her ?
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Oh ...
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But when she calls me, I do not walk, I run
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Oh, when she calls, I do not walk, I run
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Oh ...
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Oh ...
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Oh ...
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WONDERFUL WOMAN (TATE)
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| The Smiths |
