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 ...
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 ...
