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 ... Oh ... 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 ... Oh ... Oh ...
But when she calls me, I do not walk, I run Oh, when she calls me, I do not walk, I run
What to be done with her ? I ask myself : What to be said of her ? Oh ... Oh ... Oh ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
