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 gentle hair, and the way you like to dress. Oh won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me, why don't you come on over, Valerie. Valerie Valerie Valerie Since I've come home, well my body's been a mess, and I miss your gentle hair, and the way you like to dress. Oh won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me, why don't you come on over, Valerie. Valerie Valerie Valerie Valerie Valerie Valerie Valerie Valerie Valerie why don't you come on over, Valerie.