What good is a photograph of you?
Every time I look at it
It makes me feel blue
What use is a souvenir of something
We once had
When all it ever does is
Make me feel bad?

I wish I could tear it up
But then again I haven′t the guts
I wish I could throw it on the fire
I wish I could
But to say I would
I′d be a liar

What good is a color print of you, baby doll
When just one little glance is enough to make me feel dull?
I want I would misplace it
But then I take such good care of it
I wish it would disappear
I say I wish
But then I really wish it′d be here

What good is a photograph of you
Every time I look at it
It makes me feel blue