| I’m outta luck, outta love |
| Gotta photograph, picture of |
| Passion killer, you’re too much |
| You’re the only one I wanna love |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |