Adrian Matejka - Photography lyrics

Photography Etta Duryea Papa's head shines like a wheel with no tread. Beautiful man, mi amore. He shines like Lake Michigan in July heat. He heats me up: a black dress on a sunny day. In the sun, we almost look the same when the photographer's flash leaves powder on my face. Color doesn't matter.When he bites, Papa's teeth flash like a shark's teeth. After the sport & photographers get bored with us, we are almost the same.