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 lighterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
