I fell in love with the girl in the picture,
That I used to keep,
Carried around in the back of my pocket,
She was always with me.
Imagine that I was a man of importance,
And she had a fancy for me.
And I used to dream she would call, crying her eyes out,
She had on obsession with me.
I was the love of her life,
And she was all mine,
The girl in the Life Magazine.
The first time we met in an aisle at the market,
She was staring at me.
I knew even then we would share something special,
It was like chemistry.
I fell in love from the moment I saw her,
So I took her straight home with me.
And that's where I'd dream she'd step right out of the picture,
And spend a whole evening with me,
And oh how she hated to go back to her picture,
The girl in the Life Magazine.
All of my friends used to laugh.
Said I was certifiably mad.
Until the day that she came and blew them away,
And asked me if I'd be her man.
It seems that she went and fell in love with my letters,
Says she's been looking for me.
So the story ends well,
We end up together,
Me and the girl in the Life Magazine.
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