LOVE SONG...

[nakedshaft]

Take a picture.
A thousand words in one frame.
Take a picture.
The times roll on it stays the same.
Take a picture, a snapshot.
A handy little way to immortalise the day.

So why are you complaining?
I got your good side.
Your curses on me, raining.
(Please don't try to hide)
Are you ready for your close up?...

(CHORUS)
"I caught you Naked.
Now your soul belongs to me.
You thought I faked it when i said you were on TV.
Now you hate that your boobs are seen so easily."

By the way, Nice to meet you, my name is...
(WHACK!)

I took your picture.
(It wasn't easy, I'll tell you now...)
I took your picture.
(...to drill that hole into your shower)
I took your picture, the money shot.
A handy little farce to immortalize your arse.

So why are you complaining?
I still contest that it's art.
I see your patience waning;
Your chasing fast; that looks hot.
Are you ready for your close up?...

(CHORUS)

By the way, I need spare batteries...?
(WHACK!)

The cops already tried to seek
The shots of you I took last week.
I surely hope they don't discover
The similar ones of my grand-mother.
Or the womens tennis victory dance
Where I had one hand down my pants.

Maybe I should be more discreet
(or shoot something more acceptable, like dirty feet...?)

(CHORUS x2)

By the way, there are negatives...
(WHACK!)
By the way here's your relatives...
(WHACK!)
By the way, nice to meet you, my name is...

...Michelle.