I’m outta luck,
outta love
Got a photograph,
picture of
Uh, passion killer,
you’re too much
You’re the only one I wanna touch
I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild and free,
so far from me
You’re all I want,
my fantasy
Oh! Look what you’ve
done to this rock ‘n’ roll clown
Oh oh! Look what you’ve done
Photograph
I don’t want your
Photograph
I don’t need your
Photograph
all I’ve got is a photograph
But it’s not enough
I’d be your lover,
if you were there
Put your hurt on me,
if you dare
Such a woman,
you got style
You make every man feel like a child,
oh
You got some kinda hold on me
You’re all wrapped up in mystery
So wild, so free, and so far from me
You’re all I want,
my fantasy
Oh! Look what you’ve
done to this rock ‘n’ roll clown
Oh oh! Look what you’ve done
Photograph
I don’t want your
Photograph
I don’t need your
Photograph
all I’ve got is a photograph
You’ve gone straight to my head
