it was just a picture in a newspaper
black and white on black on white
a passing glance through some photos on a page
double look and thats the hook

i cant deny it now, i'm left to wonder how
the color of your hair
the texture of your skin
the roughness of your hands
the pressure of your lips

pages after pages, words and words and words
black and white on black on white

a high school football player
a rundown car in a parking lot
navy leather seats
it's getting kinda hot

weight of another head closeness of our faces
softness of my skin and another breathless minute

it is just a picture in a newspaper
black and white on black on white
a passing glance through some photos on a page
double look that got me hooked

the heat of
a heart fooled by
an image of
no one special

which music is your kiss?
what beat do you rock to?
something hard and fast?
or is it slow and smooth?

Somewhere out there
you are not just
a picture in a newspaper
black and white
sitting in your rundown car
waiting for something
to make you a star

here i am looking at you
we'll never know each other
but i wont deny it now
what i am wondering

the feel of your touch
the caress of your lips
the heat of your heart
the weight of your hips

the taste of your shirt
the scent of your skin
a pair of akward bodies
steaming up the windows

just a photo in a newspaper
does it have any meaning?

but that wont stop me from wondering
and it wont stop me from imagining
what are the colors, sounds, and feelings
of what we could possibly be