If I had a talking picture of you,
I [bad word] 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