Paparazzi Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox (Ft. Emma Walker)

We are the crowd
We're c-comin' out
Got my flash on, it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastico

Leather and jeans
Garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us, it don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby, I

I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi (ya-ha)
Baby, there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be
Your papa-paparazzi (ya-ha)

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi