Lyrics
I would like to own your autograph
The angels cry to have your photograph
As if you were awfully made for life
As fortune favors fools like candle light
I would like to own your autograph
The angels fight over your photograph
Put your record on the phonograph
Look at your position on the map
The angels cry to have your photograph
As if you were awfully made for life
As fortune favors fools like candle light
I would like to own your autograph
The angels fight over your photograph
Put your record on the phonograph
Look at your position on the map