Siberian Kiss

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 a 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 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