Lletres: Cranberries. Paparazzi on Mopeds.

As I lie here in the
Bathtub, I wonder
And I wonder why did they take her
And squeeze her life away

Paparazzi on mopeds
Fresh air in their heads
Paparazzi on mopeds
Cotton balls in their heads

Oh, oh, oh
(So ugly, so ugly, why?)
Oh, oh, oh
(You just can't justify)

Oh, oh, oh
(So ugly, so ugly, why?)
Oh, oh, oh
(They even watched her die)
Oh, oh, oh
(So ugly, so ugly, why?)

Who was to blame? Was there
Too much champagne or wine?
It could have been fine
Still I knew about deja vu

Another celebrity dies
And it still mystifies the people
Another icon is destroyed
Ahh, ahh

Oh, oh, oh
(So ugly, so ugly, why?)
Oh, oh, oh
(You just can't justify)

Oh, oh, oh
(So ugly, so ugly, why?)
Oh, oh, oh
(They even watched her die)

Oh, oh, oh
(So ugly, so ugly, why?)
Oh, oh, oh
(You can't, you can't justify)

Oh, oh, oh
(Justify)
Oh, oh, oh
(They even watched her die)