On the cover of a magazine
Are you really who you say you mean to be
Or just a pretty portrait of yourself
I'm blind before the flash
I promise not to
If a picture is just a picture
Why is it such a fixture in mind
In mind
She got enough way
Before I could even say to
One
Two
Three
One two three
At the end of my favorite TV show
You were there, you ought to know
For just a wooden version of this otherwise despicable son
Right before the flash
You promised not to laugh
As I expect you to do
If a picture is just a picture
Why is it such a fixture in mind
In mind
I've gotten away
Before she even could too
One
Two
Three
One two three
If a picture's just as picture
Why is it such a fixture in my mind