Anita Lane:nWhat did you think when you saw his hands?nnGudrun Gut:nI wondered if they could kill peoplennAL:nYeah, it's always like thatnWhy are you crying?nWhy are you crying?nnGG:nThere's a girl going blind on TVnnAL:nYeah, Little House On The PrairiennGG:nWhat are you thinking?nWhat are you thinking?nnAL:nHow he lets me use his firething, his firethingnnHow his hands smelt clean like a good father'snLike Gregory Peck's, how his eyes held thingsnAnd the candles shined, the lips of his mouthnAnd how something sparkled in themnnGG:nI know he was home when you telephonednHe is passive-aggressivenHe hates womennnAL:nHis touch opens worlds; it rages, it riotsnIt reveals not too much, me neithernIt's a sexy zig-zag, it's Salman RushdienIt's fugitive in my bloodnnGG:nHe won't cure you of your memoriesnAnd he might give you picturesnYou can never shakennAL:nHow he lets me use his firething (x6)nnGG:nOptional firethingnnAL:nHow he lets me use his firething, his firething (x6)nnGG:nHe lets you use his lighter