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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 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

This Parisian 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 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 whore yourself out for one more thing

Why don’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 know 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 letterhead

I’m dying about, I’m dying about

On phone lines and letterhead

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

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