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Lyrics for 'Wonderful Woman (Tate)' by '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 ?
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 ...
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