Telephoto Lens Here I am, hiding in a car across the street I’ve come across a perfect opportunity I’m gonna take your picture and shop it all around I’ll get top dollar for the greatest shots in town You’re rich & famous and I know that we’re good friends But I need to get you with my telephoto lens My telephoto lens You’re with your lover, tanning on a topless beach My well-paid assistant is hiding in a tree Hollywood’s been branding you a “moral bachelorette” But that’ll change once they post these pictures on the ‘net I got bills to pay and a new Mercedes Benz So I need to get you with my telephoto lens My telephoto lens Somehow the word “friendship” lost its meaning Your “private life” no longer exists When they waved the dollar bills in front of me I acquired shallow ruthlessness We’ve known each other since we both were in our teens Now you’ll be seen in all the tasteless magazines Most folks will say I’m the biggest sleaze there is But I need to have a “thick skin” to make it in this biz Our friendship will be over & we’ll never make amends Because I had to get you with my telephoto lens My telephoto lens ©2005 Michael B. Nahmias