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She doesn't need money, she doesn't need diamonds She's looking for pretty things She doesn't want romance, she doesn't need fiance She's looking for a rendezvous But every time she's going down, she never looks around I'll wait and watch her with my lens and bring the curtain down There behind the keyhole, with my fish-eye I'll back in the darkroom, I'm covered in fixer I'm making a photograph I'll send her some postcards in glorious color I'm keeping the negatives I'll form a letter from the news with different type from different lines I'll tell the world about her, I'll mail the People and the Times Ooh it'll be so scandalous for the both of them But mainly her She showed them her husband, he ordered a dozen He thought they were fabulous The one with the ??? The two of the ??? And three of the ??? He sold her to Hefner, he put her in Playboy He gave her a centerfold I made a real blunder, she made it in movies I made her a superstar |
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