[Intro — sarcastic female whisper] Oh, darling… Another camera? How absolutely dreadful. … Anyway. Make sure they get your good side. [Verse 1] Red carpet, diamonds, champagne nights, Everybody knows your name beneath the lights. Pose for the cameras, give them a smile, Love all the attention for a little while. Front-page beauty, million-dollar face, Everybody wants a little piece of your fame. You wave to the crowd, then roll your eyes, When another photographer walks by. [Pre-Chorus] Flash, flash, here they come, Another little taste of everyone. Love the spotlight, hate the glare, Funny how you always know they’re there. [Chorus] You wanted famous, f-f-famous, Now everybody knows what your name is. Flash that smile, strike that pose, It’s a love affair with the cameras, I suppose. You wanted famous, can’t you see? Everybody wants a piece of celebrity. F-f-flash, here we go, Love the attention till you want it to go. [Post-Chorus — playful glitches] Click, click, flash! Make that moment last. Click, click, flash! Another headline, just like that. [Verse 2] Post a little picture, watch it trend, Tell the whole world about your famous friends. Share your holiday, show your new dress, Then complain about the bloody press. They ask a question, you walk away, But you’re back promoting something the following day. You want the headlines when the headlines are kind, But not when they show the other side. [Pre-Chorus] Flash, flash, here they come, Another little taste of everyone. Love the spotlight, hate the glare, Guess there’s something complicated there. [Chorus] You wanted famous, f-f-famous, Now everybody knows what your name is. Flash that smile, strike that pose, It’s a love affair with the cameras, I suppose. You wanted famous, can’t you see? Everybody wants a piece of celebrity. F-f-flash, here we go, Love the attention till you want it to go. [Bridge — music drops, dry sarcastic delivery] Oh, sweetheart… You want the fame? The fortune? The adoration? Of course you do. But when the cameras follow you home… Suddenly it’s not quite so glamorous. Funny old world, isn’t it? [Glitch Breakdown] Flash! Flash! Front page news! Everybody’s got a point of view! Click! Click! Strike that pose! Everybody knows! [Final Chorus — heavy swaggering bass] You wanted famous, f-f-famous, Now everybody knows what your name is. Flash that smile, strike that pose, It’s a love affair with the cameras, I suppose. You wanted famous, can’t you see? There’s a price to living publicly. F-f-flash, here we go, Maybe fame’s not everything you hoped. [Outro — amused whisper] Oh, darling… The photographers have gone. … What’s wrong? Missing them already?
