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She doesn't need money |
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She doesn't need diamonds |
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She's lookin' for pretty things |
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She doesn't want romance |
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She doesn't need finance |
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She's looking for rendezvous |
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But every time she's going down |
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She never looks around |
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I'll wait and watch her with my |
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lens until she brings the curtain down |
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'There behind the keyhole' |
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with my fisheye |
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I'm back in the darkroom |
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I'm covered in fixer |
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I'm making a photograph |
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I'll send her some postcards |
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In glorious colour |
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I'm keeping the negatives |
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I'll form a letter from the news |
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With different type from different lines |
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I'll tell the world about her |
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I'll mail the People and the Times |
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'Oo it'll be so scandalous |
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For the both of them |
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But mainly her' |
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She showed them her husband |
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He ordered a dozen |
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He thought they were fabulous |
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The one with the -------------- |
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The two of the ---------------- |
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And three of the -------------- |
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He sold her to Hefner |
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Who put her in Playboy |
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He gave her a centre-fold |
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I made a real blunder |
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She made it in movies |
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I made her a superstar |