Ain’t the pictures enough, why do u go through so much
To get the stories u need, so u can bury me
You’ve got the people confused, u tell the stories u choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am
You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy
Won’t u 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 u still wonder why, one...
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