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 whore 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