What good is a photograph of you Everytime 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 Everytime I look at it, it makes me feel blue Everytime I look at it, it makes me feel blue