Ain’t the pictures enough
Why do te go through so much
To get the story te need
So te can bury me
You’ve got the people confused
You tell the stories te choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am
You keep on stalking me
Invading my privacy
Won’t te just let me be
Your cameras can’t control
The minds of those who know
That you’ll even sell your soul
Just to get your story sold
I need my privacy,
yeah yeah
I need my privacy
yeah yeah
So paparazzi
yeah yeah
Get away from me
yeah yeah
Some of te still wonder why
One of my Friends had to die
To get that message across
That yet te haven’t heard...
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