Ain’t the pictures enough, why do wewe go through so much
To get the stories 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 your story sold
I need my privacy, (Oh no) yeah, yeah, I need my privacy, yeah, yeah
So paparazzi, (Oh no) yeah, yeah, get away from me
Just get away from me (Yeah, yeah)
Some of wewe still wonder why, one...
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