Ross Robinson - Siberian Kiss lyrics

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 b**h 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 s** 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 who*e 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