Well, sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I'm thinking all the things
What you're doing in my head
And I make pictures
Since I've come home
With my finest band of maids
And I miss your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Want to come all over
Start making a fool out of me
Want to come all over Valerie
Valerie
Oh, Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Did you have to go to jail
For the house I put in so
But they're gonna get loyal
Oh, Valerie
I hope your DJ catch a tan
Or be flying around a man
But things for you
Since I'm coming home
With my finest band of maids
And I miss your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Want to come all over
Start making a fool out of me
Want to come all over Valerie
Valerie
Come on
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Come on, come on
Valerie
Want to come all over
Valerie
Valerie
Oh, Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie, won't love to come all over, Valerie