Letra da Música Photograph de Malibu Storm

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;
In every page of a magazine.

So wild an' free; so far from me:
You're all i want, my fantasy.
Oh, oh, look what you've done to this crowd.
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'd be your lover, if you were there.
Put your hurt on me, if you dare.
Someone, you got style,
You make everyone feel like a child.
Oh, you got some kinda hold on me.
You're all wrapped up in mystery. (mystery.)

So wild an' free; so far from me:
You're all i want, my fantasy.
Oh, oh, look what you've done to this crowd.
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'm not in in love.
I'm not attached: (photograph.)
You're only one. (photograph.)
I'm not attached.

(photograph.)
(photograph.)
(photograph.)