[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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