Lyrics:

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 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 penny 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.

There's always one more thing.

If I can't have you no one will.

Pushing a lover to love another.

Are you turned on?

I keep you jealously to myself.