Churchillian legs Hair barely there Mmm, the harsh truth of the camera eye Your eyes signal pain Because of the strain of smiling The harsh truth of the camera eye Telling you all That you never wanted to know Showing you what You didn't want shown My so friendly lens It zooms into The inner you And it tells the harsh truth And nothing but Laugh with us all now, here If you can Then take the pictures home And scream Oh oh oh Telling you all That you never wanted to know Showing what You didn't want shown This photographer He must have really had it in for you Ooh, I don't want To be judged anymore I don't want to be judged I would sooner be loved I would sooner be Just blindly loved