here her head, she lay
until she'd rise and say,
im starved of mirth,
lets go and trip a dwarf
oh, what to be done with her?
oh, what to be done with her?
ice water for blood
with neither heart or spine
and then just
to p-ss time; let us go and rob the blind
what to be done with her?
i ask myself,
what to be said of her?
but when she calls me, i do not walk, i run
oh, when she calls, i do not walk, i run

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