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