Hello there, how are you? Fine, I'm hoping.This is Jim, I guess you know by now.Now, I call to ask for a favor, and I hope you won't turn me down.In my hand, I'm holding your picture.I've kissed your lips till they're...They're faded from view.I was wondering if maybe I'd be asking too much.If I ask for a picture that's new.I took your picture from the frame you see much closer.I hold it tight and gently touch your cheek.I pretend it's you I'm holding.I kiss your lips, then softly speak your name.And sometimes...I even hear you whisperI love you the way you used to doThe tears that I've criedHave washed the blue from your eyesWon't you send me a picture that's newI've held it so many timesNow it's wrinkledIt's hard to tell that it's you anymoreI hope you say you must goI hope you say you must goHe's comingHe wouldn't like itIf he knew that I'd callBut before you say goodbyePlease tell me that you'll tryTo send me a picture that's new*