I don’t want to see any more paparatzzi
I don’t want you to see another cleb fry
I don’t need my frame- fame blown ski high
Hell no, you’ll see, I’ll get-bye
Shooting me with there Polaroids
Man, now they got me in there tab-lo-o-ids

It’s the way you frame me
It’s the felling of the pits
It’s knowing I’m in a to-deep pile of the ‘slits’

It’s so kiss-able
It’s enviable
(Yo, Stacker-atzzi)
Kiss This, Kiss This
Kiss This, Kiss This

Cristina asked Britny
How did your fame get so off course
All you wanted was a good time
I guess, with-out hair, out of mind, of course

Wright me off today
Paparatzzi, and the kiss is forever yours

It’s the way you slap me
It’s a identity crisis
It’s confessional tension
It’s making reality tele-vi-sion

It’s unthinkable
It’s unbearable
(Yo, pucker-atzzi)
Kiss This, Kiss This,
Kiss This, Kiss This

You can put me in OK Magazine
But I better come out looking cle-ean!!
You can hurt me with un fair gossip ,
but first you better SHUT-UP!!
While your camera’s out, I’ll bunch you into the ocean
Kiss that in sweet slow motion
For it’s a very big deal
You got me upseat, So, go attack Faith Hi-ill

It’s the way you frame me
It’s the felling of the pits
It’s knowing I’m in a to-deep pile of the ‘slits’

It’s so kiss-able
It’s enviable
(Yo, Stacker-atzzi)
Kiss This, Kiss This
Kiss This, Kiss This

It’s so the Police I’ll be callin’ Yo!!

So, Kiss by bottom line there darlin’, yeah !!....(fade)