Flash goes the camera.
Youre main attraction, you�¢ï¿½ï¿½re the star.
Flash goes the camera.
Youre not as stunning as you think you are.
So remind them you are the main attraction.
Tell them looking this good, causes many a distraction.
Show them your expensive shoes and your suitcase of designer clothes.
But once the camera turns back on, you are ready to pose.
They ask for the answers to the questions no one knows.
No comment. No comment. We are all left to suppose.
Your face is on the front of all the magazines.
But nothing of who you are is what is seems.
You started the trend of dyingly thing girl teens.
But they only see of you of what they see in dreams.
We are all waiting for you to be a rich old mans wife.
So you can have some substance to this so called life.
You put your hand to the camera, and say "no photos please"
But the paparazzi still get a shot of your carpet burnt knees.
We all know this showbiz empty life is your tragic disease.
Flash goes the camera.
The camera never lies.
Flash goes the camera.
Nothings clearer than empty eyes.
You are crying inside.
You are lying outside.
And its no surprise.
Flash goes the camera.
And the camera never lies
