Draw The Blinds
Light Every Candle
Slip Off My Pretty Dress Down My Chest
While I Think Of You
Every Night, Both Lips On The Mirror
It’s Ritualistic,
Counting Lipstick Stains Where You Should Be
But Oh, I Need You Around
I’m Getting Close Now
Do You Picture Me Like I Picture You?
Am I In The Frame From Your Point Of View?
Do You Feel The Same? I’m Too Scared To Say
Half Of The Things I Do
When I Picture You
Tell Me Now
All Your Perversions
Am I Doing Research In A Mini-Skirt,
At The Library In Your Hometown?
But Oh, I Need You Around
I’m Getting Close Now
Do You Picture Me Like I Picture You?
Am I In The Frame
From Your Point Of View?
Do You Feel The Same? I’m Too Scared To Say
Half Of The Things I Do
When I Picture You
When I Picture You...
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Do You Picture Me Like
I Picture You?
Am I In The Frame From
Your Point Of View?
Do You Feel The Same? I’m Too Scared To Say
Half Of The Things I Do
When I Picture You
