well sometimes i go out by myself, and i look across the
water, and i think of all the things what your doing, and
in my head i paint a picture
since i've come on home, well my body's been a mess, and
i miss your ginger hair, and the way you liked to dress,
won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
won't you come on over valerie
valerie
valerie
valerie
won't you come on over valerie