Am Dm Em
Here her head, she lay
Am G Am G
Until she'd rise and say
Am Dm Em
"I'm starved of mirth
Am G Am G
Let's go and trip a dwarf"
Em C Am G Am G
Oh, what to be done with her ?
Em C Bb C
Oh, what to be done with her ?
Am Dm F G F
Oh
Am Dm F G F
Oh
Am Dm Em
Ice water for blood
Am G Am G
With neither heart or spine
Am Dm Em
And then just to pass time
Am G Am G
Let us go and rob the blind
Em C Am G
Oh, what to be done with her ?
Am G
I ask myself
Em C Am G Am G
Oh, what to be said of her ?
Am Dm F G F
Oh
Am Dm Em
But when she calls me
Am G Am G
I do not walk, I run
Am Dm
Oh, when she calls
Em Am G Em Bb
I do not walk, I run, oh, oh, oh
C
Oh
