Photograph - 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.)