And the movie turns into a photo
On phone lines and letter heads
A photo, the size of my fist, I hope she knows
I keep you jealously to myself
Space always expanding
On phone lines and letterheads
I keep you jealously to myself
A hiccup in paradise
Are you turned on? Are you turned on?
I keep you jealously to myself
A hiccup in paradise
Where the characters don't meet
A kiss in the shape of a bullet
If I can't have you no one will
A kiss in the shape of a bullet
I'm dying about
Won't you sell yourself for one more?
In a photo, the size of a kiss
In a photo, the size of a kiss
And the movie turns into a photo
I'm dying about
And the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors
The characters don't speak
A hiccup in paradise
There's always one more thing, why don't you sell yourself?
So put another penny in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
Pushing a lover to love another
So put another coin in and turn the crank
I keep you jealously to myself
I'm dying about
Are you turned on? Are you turned on?
A photo, the size of a kiss, I hope she knows
I keep you jealously to myself
Pushing a lover to love another
And I hope you know like a bitch in heat, I hope she know
A kiss in the shape of a bullet
I keep you jealously to myself
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress
Staring at a porcelain sex flick
I've watched you, whore, yourself out for one more thing
Until the frames cease to move
In a photo, the size of a kiss
I keep you jealously to myself
