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 this parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet the characters don't speak and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors: Space always (guitartabs.cc)
