i am gonna take pictures of you
and there’s nothing on earth you can do
i am gonna take pictures of you
and there’s nothing on earth you can do.

i’ll be kind with the lighting
(don’t you worry now)
i’ll get the contrast fine
(all fade to blue)
i’m good o so good o so good at construing you
and you know i’d be good i’d be good i’d be so good at you

and it’s always sunny in my slides
i cover my walls in pictures of your
motorcycles and skinny fingers
oh your haven’t-been-to-bed-yet eyes.
i depend on my lens just to pickle you perfectly.

i am gonna take pictures of you
so you ought to take pains to be clean (and presentable)
i saw you go with your cap down low
and the strangest of stains on your (how reprehensible)

the women you keep
(those hussies and whores!)
end up on my cutting room floor
(snip snip!)
and you love it you love it i know that you love it you only say no to be cruel
mercy’s the duty of beautiful boys so be good to my celluloid spool

oh you’re a photogenic fool
and i cover my walls with pictures of your
cigarettes and your broken poses
i tried to sing to you once on the 6th of July, last day of school
but you didn’t reply
and my lens is emotionless.


i am gonna take pictures of you
and my shutter’s the fastest around
for sure you’re fair game if you fit in my frame
and your windows are close to the ground.

and do you suppose
(who’d have supposed it?)
that you’re over-exposed
(well i didn’t post it to her)
and i know and i know and i know that you’re in
when the door is ajar and the jar is a bottle of gin.

and no, no hollywood endings here
i cover my walls with pictures of your
endless fry-ups, your skinny women
the changing shade of light on your face at the turn of the year
will add something that probably isn’t there.

i am gonna take pictures of you
cos there’s nothing much else i can do.
i think i have too many pictures of you
but i don’t know what else i can do.

you can scorn or disdain me…
call the police and have them detain me…

but i am gonna take pictures of you
and there’s nothing on earth you can do.



Lyrics submitted by thegayprince

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