I'm outta luck, outta love
Got a photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you're too much
You're the only one I wanna touch
I see your face everytime I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild, so free, so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy
Oh, look what you've done to this rock and roll clown
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
You got some kinda hold on me
You're all wrapped up in a mystery
So wild, so free, so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy
Oh, look what you've done to this rock and roll clown
Oh, look what you've done
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You've gone straight to my head
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