If I Had a Talking Picture of You

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 matinee
If I had a talking picture of you