Lyrics:

throw me your matches 'cos i like to burn stuff give me your lighter to keep me amused kiss your fingers goodbye, bye, bye i'm burning them kiss your fingers goodbye, bye, bye i'm burning as a matter of fact they've just turned black i think you're attractive but in a strange way it's always exciting when you're around kiss your Bentley goodbye, bye, bye i'm burning as a matter of fact they've just turned black pryomania so pyrotechnician, i think i love you when will you let me join in your stunts kiss your fingers goodbye, bye, bye i'm burning them kiss your fingers goodbye, bye, bye i'm burning as a matter of fact they've just turned black pryomania pryomania pryomania pryomania