Siberian Kiss

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 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 porcelain s*x 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 letterheads I'm dying about I'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 will Pushing 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 bullet On phone lines and letter heads I'm dying about I'm dying about 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 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