Hands Full of Fuel | final version

I lit fire in my home
though I have no fireplace
now I perspire all alone
I am hot, red is my face

Sweat-drops fall on the floor
flooding thus all the house
gotta find a way-out door
mum angrily did rouse

Maybe I'll hide in the fridge
and have some freon there
my miliaria freeze in bridge
in some fat and cold air

Or my neighbour I'll visit
making her all spicy hot
and her hot clothes exhibit
such a girl - better not