(Clark/Willis/Savage/Elliott/Lange)
Huh!
I’m outta luck, outta love
Gotta photograph, picture of
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 so 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 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
I gotta have you
(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
Oh!
Look what you’ve done to this rock’n’roll clown
Oh Oh!
Look what you’ve done
I gotta have you
(Photograph)
I don’t want your
(Photograph)
I don’t need your
(Photograph)
All I’ve got is a photograph
I wanna touch you
Oh!
(Photograph)
(Photograph)
Your photograph
(Photograph)
(Photograph)
It’s time you brought one to me
(Photograph)
I wanna know
(Photograph)
I wanna know
(Photograph)
Oh I wanna know
(Photograph)
I wanna touch
(Photograph)
(Photograph)