Well Sometimes I Go Out, By Myself, And I Look Across The Water. And I Think Of All The Things, Of What You re Doing, And in my head I Paint A Picture. Since I ve Come Home, Well My Body s Been A Mess, And I Miss Your ginger Hair, And The Way You Like To Dress. Oh Wont You Come On Over, Stop Making A Fool Out Of Me, Why Dont You Come On Over, Valerie.
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