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 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, 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