Well, sometimes I go out by myselfAnd I look across the waterAnd I'm thinking all the thingsWhat you're doing in my headAnd I make picturesSince I've come homeWith my finest band of maidsAnd I miss your ginger hairAnd the way you like to dressWant to come all overStart making a fool out of meWant to come all over ValerieValerieOh, ValerieValerieValerieDid you have to go to jailFor the house I put in soBut they're gonna get loyalOh, ValerieI hope your DJ catch a tanOr be flying around a manBut things for youSince I'm coming homeWith my finest band of maidsAnd I miss your ginger hairAnd the way you like to dressWant to come all overStart making a fool out of meWant to come all over ValerieValerieCome onValerieValerieValerieCome on, come onValerieWant to come all overValerieValerieOh, ValerieValerieValerieValerie, won't love to come all over, Valerie