Gla**jaw - Siberian Kiss lyrics

Give me back my pictures of me. Me, you, and him that makes three. It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress and I hope that you know. Like a b**h in heat I hope she know. So 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 knows. Staring at a Parisian s** flick where the characters don't meet, the characters don't speak, and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors: space always expanding. So 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 knows. 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 bullet. On phone lines and letterhead, I'm dying about.I'm dying about. On phone lines and letterhead, I'm dying about. I'm dying about. I've watched you who*e yourself out for one more thing. Why don't you sell yourself. There's always one more thing. Why don't you sell yourself. If I can't have you know one will. Pushing a lover to love another. 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 bullet. I keep you jealously to myself