Текст песни Gudrun Gut - Firething

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Anita Lane: What did you think when you saw his hands? Gudrun Gut: I wondered if they could kill people AL: Yeah, it's always like that Why are you crying? Why are you crying? GG: There's a girl going blind on TV AL: Yeah, Little House On The Prairie GG: What are you thinking? What are you thinking? AL: How he lets me use his firething, his firething How his hands smelt 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 GG: I know he was home when you telephoned He is passive-aggressive He hates women AL: 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 GG: He won't cure you of your memories And he might give you pictures You can never shake AL: How he lets me use his firething (x6) GG: Optional firething AL: How he lets me use his firething, his firething (x6) GG: He lets you use his lighter

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