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Well sometimes I go out by myself

And I look across the water

And I think of all the things what you’re doin’?

And in my head I paint a picture!


Well since you’ve come on home,

Well my body’s been a mess.

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!

So why don’t you come on over, Valerie!


Valerie! [x3]


Why don’t you come on over, Valerie


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