If I had a talking picture of you,

I would run it every time I felt blue.

I would sit there in the gloom of my lonely little room

And applaud each time you whispered, "I love you; love you."



On the screen the moment you came in view

We would talk the whole thing over, we two.

I would give ten shows a day,

and a midnight matinee,

If I had a talking picture of you.