Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, sometimes I go out by myself And I look across the water, yeah Then I think of all the things, what you're doing In my head, I make a picture, ooh And 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 No, no, no, no, no, no Did you have to go to jail? Put your house on offer sale? Did you get a good lawyer? No, no, no I hope you didn't catch a tan I hope you found the right man who thinks in for you No, no, no, no, no, no Well, since I've come on home, yeah, 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 No, no, no, no, no, no Valerie, Valerie Valerie, Valerie, Valerie Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie Valerie Why don't you come on over, Valerie