“I’m out a luck, out a love
Gotta photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you’re too much
You’re the only one I want to touch
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..”



Put your picture on my wall, autographed with lipstick prints, and all of the secret maps of the roads that lead out of town, that town, this town, every town, U.S.A.