Lyrics Risque Pictures - 1990s

Risque Pictures

There’s three of us
There’s three of us,
And only one of you,
And only one of me,
We caught a cab to the sunny snow,
That’s what it was,
A little touch and go,
Oh oh oh oh,
But you left with me,
Dragging me right back into your fantasy,
Risque pictures heartless little litter
Personality up to 11,
Who’d’ve thunk it — I had to laugh,
They’re gonna put it on my epitaph,
It’s up to you — baby
What ya gonna do — whoah-oah
It’s up to you — baby,
Who ya gonna chose, and who’s gonna lose,
He’s kinda flash,
He’s got a hard earned flat,
He had to work for that,
I don’t come to you with my problems,
I come to you with some poppers and chap
Oh oh oh oh,
But you laughed with me,
Dragging me right back into your fantasy,
Risque pictures heartless dirty linen
Personality up to 11,
And the shipping news keeps droning,
And a friend of yours keeps phoning,
And the shipping news keeps droning,
And a friend of yours keeps phoning,
And a friend of yours keeps droning,
It’s up to you — baby
What ya gonna do — whoah-oah
It’s up to you — baby,
Who ya gonna chose, and who’s gonna lose,
Who’s gonna win,
It’s up to you — baby
What ya gonna do — whoah-oah
It’s up to you — baby,
Who ya gonna chose
Oh oh oh oh,
oh oh oh oh,
Oh oh oh oh,
oh oh oh oh,
Been lies to him
My friend is busy