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