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She doesn't need diamonds
She's lookin' for pretty things
She doesn't want romance
She doesn't need finance
She's lookin' 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 makin' a photograph
I'll send her some postcards
In glorious color
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

It'll be so scandalous
For the both of them
But mainly her

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

She doesn't need diamonds
She's lookin' for pretty things