Wonderful Woman
 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 ?
 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 ...