A Photograph of You

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 colour print of a little baby doll

When just one little glance is enough to make me feel dull?

I hoped 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 relish it being here

What good is a photograph of you?

Every time I look at it, it makes me feel blue

Every time I look at it, it makes me feel blue

Feel blue, feel blue

Feel blue, feel blue

Feel blue, feel blue

Feel blue, feel blue

Feel blue, feel blue