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Paparazzi, can't make the man.
Paparazzi, can't break the man.
Next to the transit loungesee the Paparazzi tears.
No-one came todayfrom Boston or Tangiers.
And in departures -- onlyfaceless trippers trip,loaded with duty freeheld 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 necklaceshear the Paparazzi cries.
Under their noses walkthe famous in disguise.
Conspicuously huddled therebut no-one stops to look.
They've got their crayons outto 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 linescommunication's down.
All photo film is fogged.
Celebrities surroundand jab their fingers at me.
They kiss but I can't tell.
Even poor Paparazzimust have privacy as well.
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