Paparazzi, can't make the man. Paparazzi, can't break the man. Next to the transit lounge see the Paparazzi tears. No-one came 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. 'cos 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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