his change in me What can it be? Is it really true? If the answer is "yes" Then I confess Here's who I owe it to:
Photogenic, schizophrenic you With your golden hair askew I drool about your dual personality 'Cause I know that both of them are mad for me Photogenic, schizophrenic you
Photogenic, schizophrenic you Though your every mood is blue You have gazed at no one else, I swear You have told me by your vacant stare And my name on your tattoo
Photogenic, schizophrenic you With your thirty-six I.Q. Is everybody crazy? Your tender kisses give me just as many thrills As if I took twenty tranquilizer pills Photogenic, schizophrenic you
You have gained so very much renown In your strapless hospital gown Oh, I will spoon with you for all my life 'Cause they won't let me have a fork or knive Photogenic, schizophrenic you And your new tattoo Ooh!