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