Rick Springfield - The Photograph Lyrics
Hands old and poor, her back bent and sore,She lifts from the drawer, the photographThough tattered and torn, through years it has worn,But still bears the form of the man she knewHer eyes are weak, spilling tears on her cheekHer lips start to speak to the photographShe tells him with pride, she still loves him insideThough years ago died, la da da daLa, la da, la da, la da da, la da, la da da,La la la da da,La, la da, la da, la da da, la da, la da da,La la la da daAnd all of the people she knew, who she knows no moreWho dont know the score say,We wonder why, she never married, such aPretty girl she was, such a lovely face she had,Such a pretty thing she was, onceShe turns to her right, to put out the light,And wishes goodnight to the photographHer love, though its strong and lasted this long,And goes on and on, shes still in loveLa, la da, la da, la da da, la da, la da da,La la la da da,La, la da, la da, la da da, la da, la da da,La la la da da