Firething (radio mix)

What are you thinking?
How he lets me use his fire thing
His fire thing, fire thing
How he lets me use his fire thing
His hands smell clean like a good father's
Like Gregory Peck's
How his eyes hold things in the candle shine
The lips of his mouth
And how something sparkles in there
I know he was home when you telephoned
He is passive aggressive
He hates women
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
He won't kill you off your memory
He's going to be my kinky pictures
You can never shake
How he lets me use his fire thing
How he lets me use his fire thing
How he lets me use his fire thing
How he lets me use his fire thing
How he lets me use his fire thing
How he lets me use his fire thing
Optional fire thing
His fire thing, fire thing
His fire thing, fire thing
How he lets me use his fire thing
How he lets me use his fire thing
How he lets me use his fire thing
How he lets me use his fire thing
He lets you use his lighter