Give me back my pictures of me
Me, you and him makes three
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress
And I hope you know like a bitch in heat, I hope she knowSo put another penny in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo
A photo, the size of a kiss, I hope she knowsStaring at a porcelain sex flick
Where the characters don't meet
The characters don't speak
And the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors
Space always expandingSo put another coin in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo
A photo, the size of my fist, I hope she knowsA hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In a photo, the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bulletOn phone lines and letterheads
I'm dying aboutI've watched you, whore, yourself out for one more thing
Won't you sell yourself for one more?
There's always one more thing, why don't you sell yourself?
If I can't have you no one willPushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on? Are you turned on?
Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on? Are you turned on?A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In a photo, the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bulletOn phone lines and letter heads
I'm dying about
I'm dying aboutA hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself
In a photo, the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bulletI keep you jealously to myself
I keep you jealously to myself
I keep you jealously to myself
I keep you jealously to myself
A kiss in the shape of a bullet