Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing and in my head I paint a picture

'Cos since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress

Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
Why won't you come on over Valerie, Valerie?