Ain't the pictures enough, why do wewe go through so much
To get the story wewe need, so wewe can bury me
You've got the people confused, wewe tell the stories wewe choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am
You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy
Won't wewe just let me be
'Cause your cameras can't control, the minds of those who know
That you'll even sell your soul just to get a story sold
Chorus
I need my privacy, I need my privacy
So paparazzi, get away from me
Some of wewe still wonder why, one of my Marafiki had to die
To get a message across, that yet wewe haven't heard
My friend...
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