Don’t look at me I don’t want you to see

I don’t like that camera pointing at me

Its not that I’m scared or shy or afraid

It’s just that there places the film might get played

Places where people who know me might be

And there I am sitting having my tea

It’s been, oh an hour since I combed my hair

And look there a blackhead looming right there

The clothes that I’m wearing need ironed today

I’ve been in them an hour and now they are grey

So now you are aware of how unhappy I’ll be

If you don’t stop pointing that camera at me.