Well sometimes I go out by my self and I look across the water.
And I think of all the things,
Whatcha doin? And in my head I paint a picture
Well since I come on home, well my body's been a mess
And I miss your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
Won't ya come on over. Stop making a fool out of me.
Why don't you come on over Valerie,
Valerie,
Valerie,
Valerie.
Why don't you come on over Valerie

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