Pete Townshend - Flame lyrics

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Pete Townshend - Flame lyrics

ANNOUNCER ON RADIO: Number one this week, Roz Nathan with "Flame" RUTH: There you go, Rastus. It's Rosalind on the radio. I can't wait to see Ray's face RASTUS: Yeah, well I can't wait to see Rosalind's f**in' face. Of course, I won't, will I? Because it's you, isn't it, eh? You! You were Rosalind, that picture was of you! You dirty cow! Well, you couldn't have been older than, what, fourteen? No wonder Ray started writing to you RUTH: How did you find out? Oh, of course, the witch's teats. Me and a couple of girls at school took it, we were about twelve. Ray believes Rosalind's uncle Charlie took it... by force RASTUS: I knew you were smart Ruth, but not that smart RUTH: It worked anyway, his old records are selling like mad RASTUS: So, uh, he wrote your song, then? RUTH: That would be telling You shone a light to follow Knowing I would You graced me with a precious gift That no one else could Touched by your presence, I surrender You gave me a lead and I was a follower A quest to succeed, I am a discoverer Oh, flame, you set me on fire Nothing can take me any higher I'm fueled on emotion and full of desire Flame, show me the way You gave me a lead and I was a follower A quest to succeed, I am a discoverer Oh, hold on the flame and feel the power Oh, flame, you set me on fire Nothing can take me any higher I'm fueled on emotion and full of desire Flame RUTH: I'm not gonna turn my back on Rosalind now. You manipulated her! Careful what you say, I'll print it RAY: I don't give a smorgasbord about that load of old bollocks you churn out RASTUS: Now, now, Ray. Don't get introspective. We've got the headlines, we're back in calculator country! RAY: I helped her deal with her problems! RUTH: She doesn't have a problem. Do you? RAY: She knows I do. If she were here now, we could ask her, couldn't we, Rastus? RASTUS: Well, we could, yeah, if she was here RAY: Are you saying nothing I wrote helped her? RUTH: No. You just helped her become a f**ing star