Well sometimes I go out, by myself, and I look across the water.
And I think of all the things, of what you're doing, and in my head I paint a picture.
Since I've come home, well my body's been a mess, and I miss your ginger hair, and the way you like to dress.
Oh wont you come on over, stop making a fool out of me, why dont you come on over, Valerie.