Firething (Ian Pooley Mix)

[Anita:] What did you think when you saw his hands? [Gudrun:] I wondered if they could kill people [Anita:] Yeah, it's always like that Why are you crying? Why are you crying? [Gudrun:] There's a girl going blind on TV [Anita:] Yeah, "Little House on the Prairie" [Gudrun:] What are you thinking? What are you thinking? [Anita:] How he lets me use his firething His firething, his firething How his hands melt clean like a good father's Like Gregory Peck's, how his eyes held things And the candles shined, the lips of his mouth And how something sparkled in them [Gudrun:] I know he was home when you telephoned He is passive-aggressive He hates women [Anita:] His touch opens worlds, it rages, it riots, it reveals not too much, me neither It's a sexy zig-zag, it's Salman Rushdie, it's fugitive in my blood [Gudrun:] He won't cure you of your memories And he might give you pictures you can never shake [Anita:] How he lets me use his firething How he lets me use his firething How he lets me use his firething How he lets me use his firething How he lets me use his firething How he lets me use his firething [Gudrun:] Optional firething [Anita:] How he lets me use his firething How he lets me use his firething, his firething, firething How he lets me use his firething How he lets me use his firething, his firething How he lets me use his firething, firething How he lets me use his firething, his firething, his firething [Gudrun:] He lets you use his lighter