paroles de chanson Firething - Gudrun Gut

[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