She’s got the look
She so fine
And tu know damn well
The girl will be mine

She got the breaks
She the scene
And tu know damn well
She gives it to me, uh huh

Black jeans and
A turtleneck sweater
I know the girl
Is fakin’ ‘cause
I’ve seen her look better

She composition
She statistical fact
Got it ready
For the willing
Got it kicking in the back
She’s got the look

She’s got the look
Wanna know better (She’s got the look)
She’s got the look
She’s driving me wild

She’s got the look
Wanna know better (She’s got the look)
She’s got the look
She’s driving me wild

Come to the place
Shock to see
And...

Ain’t the pictures enough, why do tu go through so much
To get the stories tu need, so tu can bury me
You’ve got the people confused, tu tell the stories tu choose
You try to get me to lose the man I really am

You keep on stalking me, invading my privacy
Won’t tu just let me be
‘Cause your cameras can’t control, the minds of those who know
That you’ll even sell your soul just to get your story sold

I need my privacy, (Oh no) yeah, yeah, I need my privacy, yeah, yeah
So paparazzi, (Oh no) yeah, yeah, get away from me
Just get away from me (Yeah, yeah)

Some of tu still wonder why, one...