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 matinée,
If I had a talking picture of you.