I was born with a camera in my face
Now it follows me every place,
In my house, the woods and even the car
But my own bedroom is the worst place by far.
I dread to think what my friends will think,
They'll know when I'm sick, what i eat, what I drink.
I hope that these cameras soon will be gone
Because selling MY life is so, so wrong.
Now it follows me every place,
In my house, the woods and even the car
But my own bedroom is the worst place by far.
I dread to think what my friends will think,
They'll know when I'm sick, what i eat, what I drink.
I hope that these cameras soon will be gone
Because selling MY life is so, so wrong.