I Am a Photograph - Amanda Lear

I am a glossy photograph

I am in color and softly lit

Overexposed and well blown up

Carefully printed and neatly cut

You can look at me for hours

I won’t mind, I’ll let you dream

From the page of a magazine

I am a glossy photograph

Of course I am a bit retouched

And my color 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 is missing

I’m a photograph, I’m 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 photographs do not complain

Or cry, or love, or suffer

Or cry, or love, or suffer

Or cry, or love, or suffer