Song | I Am a Photograph |
Artist | Amanda Lear |
Album | I Am a Photograph |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lear | |
I am a glossy photograph | |
I am in colour and softly lit | |
Over exposed and well blown up | |
Carefully printed and neatly cut | |
You can look at me for hours | |
I won't mind, I let you dream | |
From the page of a magazine | |
I am a glossy photograph | |
Of course I am a bit retouched | |
And my colour has been processed | |
But cameras always erase | |
Fear Lurking behind a face | |
I am a lie and I am gold | |
But I Shall never grow old | |
My lips are parted | |
But they're not for kissing | |
My eyes are open | |
But I'm not listening | |
My breasts are round | |
But my heart ist missing | |
I am a photograph, I am a photograph | |
I'm better than the real thing | |
I am a glossy photograph | |
I am appearing by the magic | |
Of a Nikon automatic | |
Maybe I'm just a piece of paper | |
But some think that I am better | |
Cause photograph do not complain | |
Or cry, or love, or suffer |
zuo ci : Lear | |
I am a glossy photograph | |
I am in colour and softly lit | |
Over exposed and well blown up | |
Carefully printed and neatly cut | |
You can look at me for hours | |
I won' t mind, I let you dream | |
From the page of a magazine | |
I am a glossy photograph | |
Of course I am a bit retouched | |
And my colour has been processed | |
But cameras always erase | |
Fear Lurking behind a face | |
I am a lie and I am gold | |
But I Shall never grow old | |
My lips are parted | |
But they' re not for kissing | |
My eyes are open | |
But I' m not listening | |
My breasts are round | |
But my heart ist missing | |
I am a photograph, I am a photograph | |
I' m better than the real thing | |
I am a glossy photograph | |
I am appearing by the magic | |
Of a Nikon automatic | |
Maybe I' m just a piece of paper | |
But some think that I am better | |
Cause photograph do not complain | |
Or cry, or love, or suffer |
zuò cí : Lear | |
I am a glossy photograph | |
I am in colour and softly lit | |
Over exposed and well blown up | |
Carefully printed and neatly cut | |
You can look at me for hours | |
I won' t mind, I let you dream | |
From the page of a magazine | |
I am a glossy photograph | |
Of course I am a bit retouched | |
And my colour has been processed | |
But cameras always erase | |
Fear Lurking behind a face | |
I am a lie and I am gold | |
But I Shall never grow old | |
My lips are parted | |
But they' re not for kissing | |
My eyes are open | |
But I' m not listening | |
My breasts are round | |
But my heart ist missing | |
I am a photograph, I am a photograph | |
I' m better than the real thing | |
I am a glossy photograph | |
I am appearing by the magic | |
Of a Nikon automatic | |
Maybe I' m just a piece of paper | |
But some think that I am better | |
Cause photograph do not complain | |
Or cry, or love, or suffer |