I'm picking up a new vibe, it's nothing too much
Antenna says I may be losing my touch
I'm hanging 'round a bee-hive and feeling the buzz
It's hard to explain, let's say it's simply because
I like the rough much more than these
Smooth pictures of you
They're too good to be true
So I'm trusting my eyes again
These cameras never lie
Giving up a day job, working at night
You're looking so fine in the cool amber light
You're running with a new mob, working the crowd
The final result? Oh, should make you proud
Forgive me asking, I can't help saying
But what you got there, the price you're paying
In the light of day, what do I see
For what it's worth, seems no better to me
These pictures of you
Are too good to be true
I'm using my eyes again
These cameras never lie
You got it, you're down and dirty
You're made for pleasure
The frame is frozen, you watch the birdie
You're made to measure
Ah-ah, look at you now
Oh-oh, stand out in a crowd
The real you showing up on your face
Your hair is blowing all over the place
Smooth pictures of you
Are too good to be true
So I'm trusting my eyes again
These cameras never lie
