I Am a Photograph

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