As I lie here
In the bathtub
I ponder
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 wool balls in their heads.
So ugly, so ugly.
Why? You just can't justify.
So ugly, so ugly.
Why? They even watched her die.
Who was to blame?
Was there too much champagne?
Or wine — it could've been the wine.
Another celebrity dies
And it still mystifies the people.
Another icon is destroyed.
So ugly, so ugly.
Why? You just can't justify,
So ugly, so ugly.
Why? They even watched her die.
So ugly, so ugly.
You can't, you can't justify.