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