This 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 36 IQ (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 through all my life
'Cause they won't let me have a fork or knife
Photogenic, schizophrenic you
And your new tattoo
Ooh