Paparazzi, can't make the man.
Paparazzi, can't break the man.

Next to the transit lounge see the Paparazzi tears.
No-one came in today from Boston or Tangiers.
And in departures, only faceless trippers trip,
Loaded with duty free, held in white knuckle grip.

Snap it up, flash away. Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type--the news is running late tonight.

Be-decked with Nikon necklaces hear the Paparazzi cries.
Under their noses walk the famous in disguise.
Conspicuously huddled there, but no-one stops to look.
They've got their crayons out to colour in the book.

Snap it up, flash away. Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type--Paparazzi won't be home tonight.

Paparazzi, write it down. Paparazzi, turn it around.
Paparazzi, take it, fake it, break it. 'Cause it's a story.

Now someone's cut the lines; communication's down.
All photo film is fogged. Celebrities surround
And jab their fingers at me. They kiss, but I can't tell.
Even poor Paparazzi must have privacy as well.

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