Your agent phones up six A.M.

He says he wants you there... he says he needs you then

You drag your body out of bed

You've got a whole day's work on a half-page spread

Back off that bathroom looking glass

You'd better hurry now because it's fading fast

Take one more step... you know it's your career

You've got to fake the fame you want to make this year

Photographs... Photography... Touching up reality

The makeup artist starts to do your face

Then he paints your look into outer space

It's so tres chic they say today to be bizarre

You're not done baby so sit right there

Don't say you want to cut my hair!

You're gonna love it how it's "in" this year

Now it's much too long there above your ear

Photographs... Photography... Touching up reality

Take a look at me... 'Ooh... looking good baby'

Tell me what you see... 'Mmm... show me some more'

I'm your fantasy... 'Aah... that's you baby'

This is sheer illusion... 'Yeh... you've got it now'

Photographs... Photography... Touching up reality

You know all day this'll go all night

He breaks your pace just to change the light

He makes you smile then he makes you pout

And he works you up till he wears you out

You stare at living color film

The camera's eye made the movement stop

It's such a high climbing to the top

This one's good and that one's not

And this one's cool and that one's hot

Ooh here's the one that's got to be

That doesn't look like me!

No matter baby never mind

It's photo fantasy!

Photographs... Photography... Touching up reality