Blackmail - 10cc

She doesn’t need money, she doesn’t need diamonds

She’s lookin' for pretty things

She doesn’t want romance, she doesn’t need finance

She’s looking 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 fisheye

I’m back in the darkroom, I’m covered in fixer

I’m making a photograph

I’ll send her some postcards, in glorious colour

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

«Ooh, 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