Gudrun Gut - Firething lyrics

Anita: What did you think when you saw his hands? Gudrun: I wondered if they could k** 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 pa**ive-aggressive He hates women Anita: His touch opens worlds, it rages, it riots, it reveals not too much, me neither It's a s**y 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