The lyrics of this song were never printed in any official release by the Smiths. They are transcribed here without permission, as they are heard.

Here her head she lay
until she'd rise and say
"I'm starved of mirth
Let's go and trip a dwarf"

What to be done with her?
What to be done with her?

Ice water for blood
with neither heart or spine
and then just to pass time ¹
let us go and rob the blind

What to be done with her?
I ask myself ²
What to be said of her?

That when she calls me
I do not walk I run
when she calls I
do not walk I run

 

² Early live: "ah answer me / what to be done with her"