I got you right where you want me
to haunt the nights you don't got me
i got in tight where you got me
and i'll be the lover of your foolish fire
you got me right where you want me
you got in tight where you got me
and I'll be the mother of your stupid desires
i'll be the lightning from your foolish fire
(i'm a careless girl and you're mine.
i'm a careless girl and you're all mine.)
and i'll be the mother of your stupid desires
i'll be the lightning from your foolish fire
you're so tired.
(i'm a careless girl and you're all mine.)
*from the latin 'ignes fatui', an illumination caused by marsh gases in the night which would fatally misguide lost travelers into swamps