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She doesnt need money
She doesnt need diamonds
Shes lookin for pretty things
She doesnt want romance
She doesnt need finance
Shes looking for rendezvous
But every time shes going down
She never looks around
Ill wait and watch her with my
lens until she brings the curtain down
There behind the keyhole
with my fisheye
Im back in the darkroom
Im covered in fixer
Im making a photograph
Ill send her some postcards
In glorious colour
Im keeping the negatives
Ill form a letter from the news
With different type from different lines
Ill tell the world about her
Ill mail the People and the Times
Oo itll 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
[ Blackmail Lyrics ]