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 make a picture
‘Cos 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?
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