Lyric Blackmail

She doesn t need money
She doesn t need diamonds
She s lookin for pretty things
She doesn t want romance
She doesn t need finance
She s looking for rendezvous
But every time she s going down
She never looks around
I ll wait and watch her with my
lens until she brings the curtain down
There behind the keyhole
with my fisheye
I m back in the darkroom
I m covered in fixer
I m making a photograph
I ll send her some postcards
In glorious colour
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
Oo 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
Who put her in Playboy
He gave her a centre-fold
I made a real blunder
She made it in movies
I made her a superstar