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