Valerie

(Well, sometimes...)
(Well, sometimes...)
(Well, sometimes...)

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

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 don't you come on over, Valerie?
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie

Why don't you come on over, Valerie?
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie

Did you have to go to jail?
Put your house on up for sale, did you get a good lawyer?
Hope you didn't catch a tan
Hope you'll find the right man who'll fix it for ya, mm
Are you shopping anywhere?
Change the color of your hair, are you busy?
And did you have to pay that fine?
That you were dodging all the time, are you still dizzy? Oh

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 don't you come on over, Valerie?
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Why don't you come on over, Valerie?



Credits
Writer(s): Abigail Harding, Sean Francis Caleb Payne, Russell Thomas Pritchard, David Alan Mccabe, Boyan Uddin Chowdhury
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