I Hate Camera - The Bird And The Bee

I put my hands up to my face

So hard for me to just embrace the lens

The moment’s gone and now I’m dry

And how the camera can reply

Cool babies and soft operations

Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup

Twisting numbers and public relations

Tell me to sit there and just shut up

Don’t don’t

Don’t take my

Don’t take my picture

Don’t don’t

Don’t take my picture

I try to give it everything

The games I play, the songs I sing

What do I do, do I provoke

Oh, how the camera has misspoke

Cool babies and soft operations

Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup

Twisting numbers and public relations

Tell me to sit there and just shut up

Don’t don’t

Don’t take my

Don’t take my picture

Don’t don’t

Don’t take my picture

Don’t want you to take my picture

Don’t want you to take my picture

Don’t want you to take my picture

Don’t want you to take my picture

Cool babies and soft operations

Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup

Twisting numbers and public relations

Tell me to sit there and just shut up

Cool babies and soft operations

Holding my hand, throwing coins in my cup

Twisting numbers and public relations

Tell me to sit there and just shut up