4. Photogenic

In the street she’s nothing much
She doesn’t seem to touch
Many hearts and minds as she is walking by
A step inside a room
A camera starts to zoom
She becomes the focus of a very private eye

She makes a shadow cross her eye
Foundation takes her profile high
She fits into an outfit ever new
She’s fashioned into curls
Selecting nature’s pearls
She slips into the camera’s point of view

Her mouth moves tight to slack
As a fan moves round the back
To catch her for a thousand covers’ sakes
She has the look of men
She scores a sultry nine from ten
She takes a temporary mental break

Behind the tinted lens
She’s in the present tense
The make up can’t conceal
What she has to feel
Her lips have lost their gloss
‘Twas not her only loss
Her blemishes were clear
He is no longer here

‘A little wider’ is the shout
She keeps the feelings out
Photo-magic is a very serious trade
She puts the stockings to the side
As she flows out on the tide
To join the ever constant cavalcade