Well, sometimes I go out by myself, and I look across the water
And I think of other things, what you're doing, and in my head I paint a picture
Well, since I've 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 you 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
Why don't you come on over, Valerie