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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 b*tch 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 porcilain sex 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 wh*re 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?
(x2)
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.
(x4)
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.