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 fish eye
 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
 Ooh, it'll be so scandalous
 For the both of them
 But mainly her
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 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