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Fire under feet The sensual toe tapping up your street It's torn asunder, it's torn It's in the tombs where lovers meet and They curse the gods that they would seek another It may come later, it may For most of us the summer sun Bikini lines and having great fun For most of us who learn to wake Get left behind in providence too late It's out and over, and out It's carpet burns but we're discrete We haven't learned to hide our faces when we meet And all those things you stole from me I gave them back to your family But they don't know What's got into you 'Cause you forgot to tell them that we're through Aus Songtexte Mania